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Chapter Twenty-Nine
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Kingdom of Ash and Blood Prologue - The Mother’s Silence
Madrid, Spain — Twelve years ago The storm rolled in over the city like a slow-moving beast, its belly full of thunder. Rain slicked the cobblestones of the villa courtyard, but no one dared leave. Not yet.Not until the deal was done. A beneath the awning, her black shawl pulled tight against her shoulders. Her name was Isabel Varela, and in Madrid’s underground, her name stirred both reverence and dread.She had once run half of the city's cartel network with no husband, no heir, and no apologies. But tonight, her silence was louder than any gunshot.In her hand, she held a sealed envelope.Inside it was a deal.Not with the Spanish cartels. Not with the Moroccans who had tried to court her with silver and diamonds.But with Dante Romano — the Sicilian devil himself.Her enemies thought she was stepping back. Thought she was going like all queens eventually did.But they didn't know she was already playing her last card — and it wasn’t for herself. It was for her daughter.From
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Thirty
The Throne of AshThe coronation wasn't held in a cathedral. It took place in the ruins of the Varela estate — now rwbuiltbin black stone and scorched iron.No priests. No politics. No vows to gods who had never protected her.Just one woman standing at the center of the storm she'd created.And every family in Sicily watching in silence. Some came to see a queen rise.Others came to see if she'd fall.Amara Varela gave them neither.She gave them a reign.She stood before the long obsidian table flanked by her generals — Silva, Zeyna, and Luca — her chosen family.Not inherited. Earned.Behind her the banner of the new Varela crest hung high: a crimson Phoenix wrapped in barbed gold.Not a crown.A warning.One by one, the heads of the old houses approached. Don Sforza. Don Alarico. Don Vicente. They knelt, reluctant but obedient. Because she had bled more for this island than any man in the room.And because they knew what happened to those who didn't kneel.Luca watched from
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Twenty-Nine
The Queen’s War Cry The chapel Dante once ruled from had been reduced to rubble and ash.Amara stood amid the ruins in a black coat, her boots grinding against the broken marble. She didn't flinch at the cold. She didn't mourn the past.Thus wasn't a grave. It was a warning.From here on, anyone who dared raise a blade would know exactly who they were up against.Behind her, Silva approached with a tablet. “They're calling for a summit.”“Where?”“Messina.”Of course. Sicily’s spine. Neutral ground — or what passes for it in their world. Amara didn't look away from the broken altar. “Tell them I'll come. Alone”Silva stiffened. “That's suicid3.”“No,” Amara said softly. “It's a strategy.”She left Naples with Luca and a three-man shadow team.No banners. No convoy.Just silence, power, and the kind of tension that carved scars before a single bullet flew.At the port of Messina, the sea churned beneath dark clouds. A storm brewed, but none dared call it a bad omen. Amara was the
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Twenty-Eight
Dante Romano leaned back in the high-backed chair beneath the marble arch, his fingers steepled beneath his chin like a man waiting for a confession.But Amara Varela had nothing left to confess. Only the will to burn.She didn't lower her gun.“You orchestrated everything. My father's fall. The chaos in Sicily. You used us like pawns.”He smiled faintly. “Of course I did. Because your father lacked vision. And because you, Amara, were born not just to lead — but to conquer.”“Spare me your sermon.”“No sermon,” he said quietly. “Just legacy.”Luca moved closer, weapon raised, but Dante didn't even flinch. The room was eerily silent. No guards. No alarms. Just candlelight and old blood woven into the stone beneath their feet. “Where are your men?” Luca asked.“Gone.”“Dead?”Dante turned his gaze on him slowly. “Would you stay if you knew the kingdom was about to fall?”Amara stepped closer.“Why now, Dante? Why let me in like this?”He looked up, eyes dark and glinting “Because
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Twenty-Seven
Naples wasn't a city.It was a labyrinth — all cobbled chaos and ancient blood soaked into the stone. It breathed like a beast beneath the surface, all smoke and secrets, and Dante Romano ruled it like a dark priest of sin.Amara had never set foot here before. She'd avoided it for years, out if respect for her father's warnings… and later, out of disdain for his Cowardice. But now?Now she came to burn it.She stood at the balcony of a high rise safe house overlooking the Gulf, the moonlight gliding the water silver the city stretching out like prey beneath her.Behind her, Zeyna clicked through aerial footage on a tablet.“Romano’s compound is nestled in the Quartieri Spagnoli. Tight streets. Old fortification built under a church, like some kind of medieval bunker.”“How many exits?”“Four. One underground. One rooftop. Two through courtyards.”Amara turned.“And how many bodies will it cost to breach it?”Zeyna didn't blink. “At least fifty.”Luca spoke from the shadows. “Or we d
Kingdom of Ash and Blood Chapter Twenty-Six
The estate smelled like blood and bourbon.The kind of scent that lingered even after the bodies were gone.Amara sat alone in her father's old study, the fireplace casting long, flickering shadows against the carved walls. She'd broken the glass of his framed photo. Now the shards lay scattered across the desk — just like every illusion she'd ever held about him.“You worked with the devil,” she whispered, staring at the cracked image of Rafael Varela.“And you let him kill you.”Luca found her there.He didn't say anything at first.Just leaned against the doorway, watching her silently, knowing this wasn't a moment that needed comfort — it needed clarity.After a long pause, he asked, “what now?”Amara looked up, eyes sharper than ever. “Now we finish what my father couldn't.”“And that is?”“We dismantle every ghost he ever left behind.”She called her top enforcers — Zeyna, Mateo, Silva — and laid it out clean.“We're burning down the old alliances. Every name, every partner, eve
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