PART TWO: SHE IS THE MAFIAHEAVEN'S POVToday was a whirlwind of emotions as I found myself on a journey back home from London. The familiar hum of the airplane engines echoed the anticipation in my heart. My parents had dispatched their guards to accompany me, a gesture that both reassured me and highlighted the importance of my return.The excitement bubbled within me as the plane touched down on the Italian soil. Italy! The very thought brought a smile to my face. Stepping onto the grounds that held so many childhood memories made my heart race with joy. The air was different, the scent of familiarity enveloping me like a warm embrace.As I descended the airplane stairs, my eyes searched for familiar faces. There they were – the guards my parents had sent to ensure my safe journey. I couldn't help but feel a mix of gratitude and amusement at their serious expressions. It was as if they were guarding a precious artifact rather than an excited girl eager to reunite with her family.T

Chase's POV:I disliked Heaven so much; she is so rude. I couldn't fathom why she resisted the inevitable. As I paced through the dimly lit room, I couldn't help but express my frustration to my cousin, Daven. "Can you believe that attitude?" I ranted, my irritation evident. "I offered her a chance to make things interesting, and she acts like I've insulted her royal highness."Daven chuckled, seemingly entertained by my annoyance. "You've got yourself a feisty one, Chase. This could be more amusing than you anticipated."I scowled, not amused in the slightest. "Feisty or not, she needs to learn her place. This isn't a negotiation; it's a game, and I make the rules."Daven leaned against a nearby table, a mischievous grin on his face. "You've finally met someone who doesn't bow down to your charm. It's refreshing, isn't it?"Refreshing wasn't the word I'd use. Annoying was more like it. "She thinks she can challenge me, but she's just a pawn in this grand scheme. I'll show her."Dave

Chase's POV:I stormed into Daven's apartment, frustration evident on my face. "Can you believe this, Daven? Heaven, of all people, is now the freaking leader of the Mafia. This is a joke, right?"Daven chuckled, pouring himself a drink. "Well, Chase, looks like your arch-nemesis just upped her game. Who would've thought she'd take the throne?"I scoffed, pacing the room. "This is a disaster. I can't stand her, and now she has control over everything. I need a way to undo this mess."Daven raised an eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. "Oh, come on, Chase. Admit it, you're just upset because she outplayed you. Plus, she's your 'queen' now, right?"I shot him a glare. "Don't even joke about that. This is serious. I won't let her ruin everything I've worked for."Daven leaned back, a sly grin on his face. "You know, Chase, maybe you should consider a truce. It could benefit both sides."I scoffed again, vehemently opposed to the idea. "A truce with Heaven? Never. I'd rather burn this whole M

Chase's POV:The morning sun cast long shadows as I made my way to the meeting point Heaven had specified. The air was thick with tension, a palpable reminder that despite our shared history, this alliance was anything but amicable. I couldn't shake the feeling that Heaven had something up her sleeve, and the prospect of following her to the border for weapons only added to the unease.As I approached the rendezvous, Heaven emerged from the shadows, a confident smirk on her face. "Took you long enough, Chase. I thought you might have gotten lost."I rolled my eyes, unamused by her taunts. "Save the sarcasm. What's this about going to the border for weapons? You know we could have handled this separately."She raised an eyebrow, a mock innocence in her expression. "Oh, Chase, where's the fun in that? Besides, we're both leaders now, might as well get used to working together."I sighed, begrudgingly acknowledging the truth in her words. "Let's just get this over with. I don't want to s

Heaven Chase's voice cut through the quiet night as he shared the intel. "Heaven, listen carefully. The weapons shipment from Dubai is more than it seems. There's a rival faction planning to intercept it, and we can't let that happen."I leaned back, a skeptical expression on my face. "Why are you sharing this with me, Chase? What's in it for you?"He sighed, frustration evident in his tone. "This goes beyond our rivalry, Heaven. Lives are at stake, and if that shipment falls into the wrong hands, it could ignite a full-blown war."I raised an eyebrow, considering his words. "So, what's your angle in all of this?"Chase met my gaze, his eyes serious. "I may not like you, Heaven, but I don't want unnecessary bloodshed. We need to collaborate to secure that shipment and prevent chaos in the underworld."I scoffed, a smirk playing on my lips. "Collaborate? You must be desperate if you're proposing an alliance."He shot me a glare. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. Are you in