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CHAPTER TWELVE — FOR VALENTINA
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The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne) CHAPTER FOURTEEN — VULNERABLE
Dante opened the door to Arabelle's room with the hope she'd be inside. He hadn't seen her during breakfast. He'd thought she was tired and needed rest, but it was noon now and still no trace of her. He looked into the room only to find it empty. The bed was made, untouched. He paused, listening for any sound—the shower running, movement in the bathroom—but there was only dead silence. He crossed to the bathroom and opened the door. Empty.Dante walked back to the sitting room where Massimo was scrolling through his phone, coordinating the lockdown protocols they'd discussed last night."Have you seen Arabelle this morning?" Dante asked, his voice tight.Massimo looked up. "No. What's wrong?""I haven't seen her anywhere in the house."Massimo's expression shifted, becoming more alert. He checked his phone, pulling up the security feed. "According to the gate log... she left early this morning. Around 6 AM."Dante's jaw clenched. "Where?""Her father's house, I guess.”The words hung
The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne) CHAPTER THIRTEEN — THE DON IS DEAD.
The war room was thick with tension when Dante walked in. His expression was cold , making every man in the room shift in his presence.The low murmur of conversation died the moment Dante entered.He didn't greet anyone. Didn't acknowledge the room. Just walked to the head of the table, sat on his arm chair and placed his legs atop each other on the table, eyes fixed on them all with a look that could cut glass."Report." His voice was flat. Cold. All business.Massimo stepped forward, sliding a tablet across to him."The convoy was hit at 2:17 AM on Route 7. Three trucks. Fifteen guards." He paused. "They knew exactly where to hit us. Timed it perfectly, right between security checkpoints."Dante's jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. "How many of our men?""Seven dead. Four injured, two critical. Two missing."The room went quieter, if that was possible.Dante's eyes flicked up. "Names."Massimo rattled them off, each name landing like a stone. "Gianni Russo. Marc
The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne) CHAPTER TWELVE — FOR VALENTINA
The drive back to the mansion was quiet, but not uncomfortable. When they arrived, Dante opened the door for her like he always did, but this time Arabelle didn’t roll her eyes or brush past him. She simply stepped out and whispered, “Thank you.”He didn’t reply, but the small curve at the edge of his mouth said enough.Inside the house, he loosened his wristwatch and dropped his keys on the marble counter.“Go upstairs and change,” Dante said, already walking toward the kitchen. “Dinner will be ready soon.”Arabelle froze a little.“Dinner?”“Yes.”He didn’t look back as he washed his hands and put on an apron.“I’m cooking tonight.”Her brows knitted. Dante Valerio, the cold, feared, untouchable Don — in a kitchen?It didn’t match.Nothing about him ever matched her expectations.“What exactly are you cooking?” she asked skeptically.“Something edible,” he replied, deadpan.She scoffed. “That’s not convincing.”“Arabelle.”He finally turned, eyes soft but firm.“Go change.”Somethin
The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne) CHAPTER ELEVEN — A GIFT
It’s been a month since Arabelle got married to Dante. Every day of that month had left her more confused than the last. She expected many things from him—violence, dominance, demands.Men like Dante didn’t ask, they took without consent. At least… that’s what she believed.But instead, Dante had done the exact opposite.He hadn’t touched her.Not once.Not even on the night she arrived in his mansion wearing the dress her father forced her to wear.He never tried to kiss her, never tried to pull her into his bed, never used his authority to claim rights that technically belonged to him.Arabelle hated Dante without no reason, she reminded herself of that every day—but even hatred had started to feel too simple. Too convenient.Because she saw things now… things she didn’t see the first week.Like how he always walk behind her in crowded rooms with hand on her waist guarding her. How he pretended not to notice when she watched him from across the dining table, but he slowed his moveme
The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne) CHAPTER TEN— SOME STONES ARE BETTER LEFT UNTURNED.
THE NEXT DAYThe mansion was so quiet in a sunny afternoon, the sunlight spilling lazily through the tall windows and warming the marble floors. Arabelle hesitated outside Dante’s door for a moment, her hand hovering in the air. After what Dimitri said last night, she became so curious about Dante's past and wanted to hear from him herself. Finally, she opened the door and walked in unannounced without knocking.As she stepped in, Dante looked up from the documents on his table, surprise flickering across his face. Arabelle never came to him willingly since they got married.“Arabelle?”She hmmed softly, shutting the door behind her. “I want to talk.”He studied her posture, calm but determined. “What about?”She exhaled. “Your old lover.”Dante’s jaw tensed instantly.“We’re not having this conversation,” he said, closing the documents he was working on and looked out the window in his room.“Why not?”“You don’t need to know.”“But I want to know,” she pressed gently. “I want to
The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne) CHAPTER NINE — MASQUERADE BALL 2
The party buzzed with energy—men drifting from corner to corner, sealing deals, forming alliances, and whispering threats behind polite smiles. Typical mafia politics wrapped in velvet and champagne.High above them in the gallery, Carlos stood with a glass of wine in hand and two guards behind him. He raised his voice, letting it roll across the hall like a command.“Everyone.”The room went still. Masks turned upward.“The moment we’ve been waiting for is here.” He lifted his glass. “It’s time for the game.”He took a slow sip before continuing.“Tonight’s game is special—one I assure you will bring… excitement to both men and women.” His eyes swept the crowd, lingering too long on Arabelle. “Ladies, your locks. Gentlemen, your keys. If a man unlocks a woman’s bracelet… he earns one request. No refusals.”A slow grin spread across his face.“Enjoy the game.”He stepped back into the shadows as murmurs filled the hall and the hunt began.Arabelle lifted her wrist. The small silver lo
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