Queen Mafia*
*Chapter 8: Fire in Moscow*
The wind in Moscow was sharp like knives — unforgiving, biting, and merciless — much like the world Sienna De Luca had been born into. But tonight, the cold would not slow her down. Not when vengeance pumped like fire through her veins.
She stood at the window of a hidden safe house, watching the glow of the Volkov estate in the distance. It was a fortress — guarded, armored, impenetrable to the average criminal.
But Sienna was no ordinary criminal.
Behind her, Matteo laid out the blueprint of the estate on a large table, flanked by two of Sienna's most trusted lieutenants — Elena and Viktor.
"We go in through the underground tunnel," Matteo explained. "The one their ancestors used during the Cold War. Still active. Untouched."
Sienna nodded once. "And the guards?"
"Shift change at 2:00 a.m. A five-minute window."
"That's all I need."
***
1:58 a.m.
The snow crunched beneath their boots as the team moved in silence through the forest. Sienna wore all black, a silenced Glock at her hip and cold determination in her eyes. This wasn't about power anymore. This was personal.
Luciano's face haunted her still. Her father's warnings. Giovanni's betrayal. The Volkovs had touched her family. They had spilled De Luca blood.
Tonight, she'd spill theirs.
They reached the tunnel.
Elena bent down, cracked open the rusted iron hatch. The air inside smelled of dust, rot, and secrets.
They descended.
The tunnel was dark, only lit by dim headlamps. Silence filled the space, except for footsteps and distant echoes of dripping water.
At the end — a ladder. Above it: the Volkov wine cellar.
They emerged inside silently.
2:03 a.m.
Sienna whispered, "Move."
Each team member peeled off to their positions.
She headed straight for the east wing — where Arkady Volkov slept.
She pushed the door open, silencer ready — only to find an empty bed.
Suddenly, lights snapped on.
"Welcome, Queen," said a deep voice.
She turned.
Arkady Volkov stood at the balcony, surrounded by six men with rifles. His grizzled face was full of smug amusement.
"You really thought you could walk into my house?"
Sienna smirked. "I'm already inside, aren't I?"
Then chaos exploded.
The building shook as Matteo triggered the first charge — the western side erupted in flames.
Gunfire followed.
Sienna dove for cover, rolled, fired. One man down. Then another.
Viktor burst in through the side, spraying bullets.
"Time to go!" he yelled.
Sienna turned to Arkady, still standing, eyes blazing.
"I told you once," she hissed, stepping closer, "don't come for my family."
And she shot him — clean, between the eyes.
Silence.
Then the alarms wailed.
***
3:12 a.m.
The team raced through the snow, the estate burning behind them.
Sienna didn't look back.
In the distance, the horizon glowed red — a warning, or a promise.
This was no longer just a war between families.
It was the rise of a Queen.
A Queen who had no mercy left to give.
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