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Prologue
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2025-03-27 19:17:24“BOSS! The Queen is calling out your name!” The man spoke urgently, fingers brushing the earpiece behind his ear as his sharp gaze swept the surroundings.
He had been present at the auction, watching, waiting, and anticipating any move from their enemies. Across the dimly lit room, the one they called boss slowly lifted his gaze. His steel-gray eyes, cold and unyielding, gleamed like sharpened blades in the dark. “Kill everyone inside that goddamn house,” he ordered, his voice like ice. “I’m bringing my Queen back to our palace—without a single scar.” “Roger, Boss!” his men responded through the earpiece, their voices filled with unwavering loyalty. The mafia boss, his expression unreadable, took a slow, deliberate glance around, his blood boiling with rage within. How dare they? They had taken his Queen—his atonement, his salvation—from him. She belonged at his side—safe, untouched, and revered. Yet these fools had dared to lay their filthy hands on her. Unforgivable. “Boss! They’re putting the queen up for auction—selling her to the highest bidder!” The voice crackled through his earpiece—his hacker, the one who kept him updated on every detail. A muscle in his jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists. Then, without warning—BANG! He grabbed the nearest enemy—one of the auction’s security heads—and slammed his skull against the wall with a sickening crunch. Blood splattered, and the body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.They had no idea what kind of monster they had provoked. “These motherfuckers,” he snarled, eyes blazing with fury. “I’ll reduce this entire f*cking place to rubble.” He was like a lion denied of his queen—and now, he was on the warpath. Every single guard, every enemy in his way, fell without mercy. One by one, he gunned them down, their bodies collapsing into pools of blood. Their cries for help meant nothing to him.No one was spared. Unless—she commanded him to stop. The queen was the only one who had the power to rein in the mafia boss. She was the only one he would listen to. But right now, she wasn’t here to stop him. Some of the men tried to beg for their lives. Pathetic. Without a second thought, he aimed his gun, pulling the trigger. Each one fell with a bullet between their brows. “STAY OUT OF MY WAY!” His roar reverberated like thunder, his voice so chilling it seemed to come from the depths of hell itself. And then—he saw her. His Queen. Up on the stage, forced into the spotlight, surrounded by leering eyes and greedy hands. She looked terrified. Broken. But still his. The auctioneer stood before her, speaking into a microphone.“She is the one and only Velloetti Queen! Whoever wins this auction should consider themselves lucky—you can do whatever you want with this b*tch! The bidding starts at $50 million—”BANG. The man’s sentence was cut short as three bullets ripped through his skull. His lifeless body collapsed onto the stage, eyes wide open in shock. Screams erupted from the crowd. Panic spread like wildfire. The guests—men who had come with their wallets full, eager to bid—now trembled in their seats. They knew. They knew exactly what was about to happen. The devil himself had arrived. And he had come to claim what was his. With a menacing smirk, the mafia boss stepped forward, gun in hand. His voice was a deadly promise. “I’m blowing this place to hell for one billion dollars. And the only ones walking out of here alive are me, my Queen, and my men.”
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