Queen Mafia*
*Chapter 4: A Queen's Warning*
The news of Marco's survival traveled faster than Sienna anticipated. By morning, whispers had spread through the underground like wildfire—*The Queen had struck.*
But Sienna knew that one message was not enough. Fear had to be seeded, not whispered. It had to scream.
The marble floors of the De Luca villa gleamed as always, but the air felt heavier. Sienna sat at the head of the long dining table, flanked by her most trusted captains—Luca, Aria, and Enzo. Before them lay a dossier—filled with names, faces, and betrayal.
"We clean house," she said coldly. "Every rat that helped the Russians breathe under our roof must disappear."
Enzo leaned forward. "We'll need to move carefully. They're embedded in our routes, our shipments—"
"Then we burn the routes," she snapped. "We build new ones."
Luca remained silent, watching her. He'd seen many bosses rise and fall—but none like her. Sienna didn't rule with fear alone. She ruled with *calculated vengeance*.
"We start with Lorenzo," she continued. "He's the one who gave Marco safe passage out of Naples after my father's death."
Aria raised a brow. "He's your cousin."
"And that makes him worse."
There was a pause. Then they nodded.
***
Later that evening, Sienna found herself walking the rose garden—her father's favorite place. The air was cool, scented with rain-soaked earth and fading flowers.
"You should rest," Luca said gently behind her.
"I can't rest when every shadow could be my next enemy."
"You're making enemies faster than allies, Sienna."
She turned to him. "That's what power does. It exposes the weak and provokes the greedy."
Luca stepped closer. "You're becoming colder."
"I have to."
His voice dropped. "But will there be anything left of *you* by the end of this?"
She didn't answer.
There was no space for softness in her world—not anymore.
***
The next day, Sienna walked into the underground fight club that Lorenzo ran as a cover. Music thumped, sweat and blood hung in the air, and men cheered as fists clashed in the cage.
But everything stopped when she walked in.
He saw her instantly, eyes wide. "Sienna?"
"Come outside."
"No. Not like this, cousin. Let's talk inside—"
She pulled a gun and pointed it at the ceiling.
*Bang.*
Silence.
"You come out, or I drag you out."
He followed.
Outside, in the cold alley, he lit a cigarette with shaking fingers. "I didn't want this. Marco paid me. I needed money—"
"I didn't kill your father!"
"No," she whispered, stepping forward. "But you helped the ones who did."
He turned, as if to run.
Another shot rang out.
His knee gave way. He screamed.
"Next time, I won't aim for the leg," she warned. "You tell the others: Naples has a Queen now. And this Queen has no patience for betrayal."
She walked away, gun still warm in her hand, her shadow long behind her.
And Naples finally understood…
The game had changed.
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