Queen Mafia*
*Chapter 7: The Enemy Within*
The moon hung high over Rome, casting a silver glow across the city that never truly slept. In her private chamber, Sienna sat alone, the words of a dead man echoing in her mind:
*"The real enemy... is in your blood."*
She had heard many threats before. Many lies. But this felt different. Personal. Poisonous.
The fire crackled beside her as she flipped through her late father's journal. The leather cover was worn, edges frayed with time — but it still smelled faintly of cigars and blood. She hadn't opened it in years.
And then she saw it.
A page marked with a red ribbon.
*"Trust no one with your blood — not even those who share it."*
Her breath caught. Her mind raced.
Could Luciano have meant... family?
Suddenly, her phone vibrated.
*Matteo:* *"We've got movement. Your cousin Giovanni just transferred €500,000 to an offshore account — under a name tied to the Volkovs."*
Sienna stared at the screen, eyes burning with realization. Giovanni. Her father's nephew. Raised with her. Loved like a brother.
But betrayal didn't care about love.
***
By the next morning, Sienna was dressed in black — sleek, sharp, ready for war. Her eyes hid the storm inside her, but her mind was cold, focused.
She walked into the villa where Giovanni had been staying — a luxurious estate funded by *her* empire.
The guards stood aside. They knew better than to question her presence.
She found Giovanni sipping espresso on the balcony, like nothing was wrong.
"Sienna," he smiled, "you look stunning this morning."
"You look guilty," she replied flatly.
The smile faded. "What are you talking about?"
"You've been feeding the Volkovs information. You moved money. You made a deal behind my back."
He stood slowly, face twisting. "So, Luciano talked before he died?"
"No," she said, voice like ice. "He choked on his lies. But your arrogance did the talking."
Giovanni sneered. "You think you can run this family like some queen on a throne? This isn't a fairytale, Sienna. You're not untouchable."
"No," she stepped closer, "I'm unstoppable."
He lunged.
Too slow.
Sienna already had her gun drawn.
A single shot echoed across the balcony.
Giovanni fell, clutching his shoulder — not dead, but bleeding.
"You'll live," she said, standing over him. "So you can tell them. Tell every traitor hiding behind my name that *The Queen is watching.*"
She turned to her guards.
"Lock him up. And tell the Volkovs… we're not playing games anymore."
***
Later that night, back in the war room, Sienna stood over the map of Europe. Red pins marked Volkov strongholds. Yellow marked allies. Green — her targets.
"We strike at dawn," she said to her team.
Matteo raised an eyebrow. "Where?"
She looked up, eyes burning with vengeance.
"Moscow."
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*End of Chapter 7*