Queen of the Mafia*
*Chapter 1: The Crown She Never Wanted*
Rain poured heavily on the streets of Naples as the black SUV rolled to a stop in front of an old cathedral. The city was asleep, but inside that cathedral, war was about to begin.
Sienna Moretti stepped out of the vehicle, her black heels clicking against the wet pavement. Dressed in a sharp leather trench coat, her face remained unreadable, though her cold eyes told a story of loss, power, and vengeance.
At 25, Sienna never imagined she'd inherit a throne—especially not one built on blood. Her father, Don Vincenzo Moretti, had ruled the Italian underworld for over 30 years. Ruthless. Respected. Feared. Until last week—when someone put three bullets through his skull and left his body in front of their estate like a message.
She wasn't supposed to be the next in line. Her older brother Matteo was. But he was killed in a car explosion two years ago. "Accident," they said. She never believed it.
Now, the only surviving heir to the Moretti empire was her. Inside the cathedral, the Capos were already seated. The powerful heads of each mafia family who once bowed to her father now watched her with doubt, skepticism, and maybe even desire—for the throne.
"You're late, Signorina Moretti," said Don Calvino, an older man with silver hair and a snake-like smile.
Sienna walked to the front without answering. She removed her gloves slowly, letting the tension build. When she finally looked at them, her voice was calm—dangerously calm.
"My father is dead. And none of you lifted a finger to stop it. Now you sit here, expecting to divide his empire like vultures."
The room grew quiet.
"I am not here to ask for your loyalty," she continued. "I am here to *take it*. Because this empire is mine now. And if any of you think I'm too weak to hold it—step forward."
No one moved.
Sienna smiled faintly. "Good. Then let's begin."
From that moment on, she wasn't just the daughter of a mafia king.
She *was* the Queen.
And she would burn the whole world down to find her father's killer—even if the truth could destroy her.
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