*Chapter 12: The Queen's Gambit*
The warehouse was dim, shadows slicing through the low yellow light hanging from a rusted chain. Sienna stood alone in the center, dressed in all black, her heels echoing against the concrete floor. Her face was unreadable, but her mind was a storm. Elena's betrayal still lingered like the taste of cold metal in her mouth.
Tonight wasn't about grief. It was about control.
A shipment had gone missing—one of the most valuable arms deals her organization had planned in months. No one could explain it. No one dared to. But Sienna had a theory. And she would prove it herself.
She pressed a hidden button on her wristwatch. A panel opened behind one of the shipping crates, revealing a secret room. Inside were monitors, live footage from every part of her territory—cafés, clubs, ports, even prisons. Her eyes scanned each screen sharply.
Then she saw it—an unfamiliar face handing off one of her crates to a rival family, the Giordanos.
A growl built in her throat.
*"So it's a war you want?"*
She made the call. Within minutes, her top lieutenants arrived: Marcus, silent and deadly; Raven, her tech genius; and Luca, the only one who dared argue with her—and live.
"We're striking back," she said coldly. "But not with bullets. With brilliance."
She laid out her plan: infiltration, manipulation, blackmail. She would dismantle the Giordanos from within. Not just beat them—humiliate them.
As the night deepened, Sienna sat back in her throne-like chair, sipping black coffee. The mafia world thought she was too young, too soft, too emotional.
Let them think that.
Because a Queen never shows her full hand.
Not until it's checkmate.
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