Mafia Queen*
*Chapter 10: The Beginning of the End*
The sun hadn't risen yet, but Rome was already tense.
Behind the stone walls of a hidden villa on the outskirts, Sienna De Luca stood before a screen showing security feeds. Her people had started infiltrating Giovanni's holdings—clubs, casinos, warehouses—each one falling silently into her hands.
"The east docks are under our control," said Viktor, wrapping a new bandage around his arm. "No resistance."
"Elena just took the casino in Palermo," added Matteo. "They didn't even fire a shot. Your name… still scares them."
Sienna remained silent, but her eyes burned with quiet fire. Revenge was sweet, but reclaiming power? That was her true goal.
***
Back in the heart of Rome, Giovanni sat in his office, clutching a glass of whiskey. Reports were coming in fast. Too fast. Every hour, another asset disappeared.
"How is she doing this?" he growled, slamming the glass down.
"She has people on the inside," his advisor said nervously. "You trusted too many snakes."
"No," Giovanni muttered. "She *is* the snake."
But it was too late. Sienna had spent years in the shadows, planning, planting, preparing. Now, her trap was closing around him.
***
That night, Sienna made her move.
She arrived at Giovanni's mansion alone, dressed in white—the color of death, but also rebirth. She walked calmly through the gates. His guards didn't stop her.
They knew better.
In the grand hall, Giovanni stood waiting.
"Come to take your crown?" he asked, voice laced with sarcasm and fear.
Sienna looked him in the eye. "No," she replied softly. "I came to remind you why you never deserved it."
He reached for the gun at his belt—but Matteo was already behind him.
Click.
Too slow.
"I should kill you," Sienna whispered. "But I want Rome to remember what happens to cowards."
She turned to her crew.
"Strip him of everything. His name. His influence. Let him walk the streets like a ghost."
***
By dawn, the mansion was hers. Every corner of the city whispered her name again.
The Queen had returned.
But even as she sat on her throne, eyes closed, taking in the scent of old leather and bloodstained legacy—she knew this was not the end.
This was just the beginning.
Because true power didn't come from fear…
It came from loyalty.
And she would earn both.
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