Queen Mafia*
*Chapter 2: Blood and Business*
The Moretti estate had never felt colder.
Marble floors echoed with the sound of Sienna's heels as she walked through the grand hallway where once her father's voice dominated. Now, all that remained were whispers and shadows. The portraits on the wall—generations of Moretti men—seemed to watch her every move, as if questioning whether she was worthy of standing among them.
She didn't care.
Sienna entered the study, the room where Don Vincenzo sealed million-euro deals and signed death sentences with the same hand. Now, that chair belonged to her.
"Where's Enzo?" she asked.
Luca, her most trusted bodyguard and the only one who had been loyal since the day Matteo died, stepped forward. "He's waiting in the east wing. He brought intel."
"Bring him in."
Moments later, Enzo—young, wiry, eyes constantly shifting—entered, holding a thick folder.
"We tracked movement from the Russian Bratva in Sicily," he said. "Word is, they're the ones who ordered the hit on your father."
Sienna's fingers tapped the desk. "Why?"
Enzo hesitated. "Because your father broke an old alliance. He refused to let them run their trade through Naples. They wanted revenge—and a new ruler they could control."
Sienna leaned back. "They think I'm easier to control?"
"They think you're... predictable."
A sharp laugh escaped her lips. "Good. Let them think that."
She opened the folder. Photos, names, dates. Blood-stained trails of betrayal. Among them was a name she didn't expect—*Marco De Luca*. Her fiancé. Or ex-fiancé.
"He was at the scene?" she asked, voice tight.
Enzo nodded. "Two minutes before the shot was fired."
A pause.
Then silence.
And then Sienna whispered, "Find him."
Luca asked gently, "You want him brought in alive?"
"No," she said coldly. "I want him *afraid*. I want him to know I'm coming. And when I find him, I want him to beg for mercy he'll never get."
The fire in her veins burned brighter. Her father's death was no longer a loss. It was a war cry.
The Queen was rising.
And the underworld would learn what true power felt like—when held in the hands of a woman with *nothing left to lose.*
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