All Chapters of The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The night was quiet and calm, the kind of peace that never lasted long in the Moretti estate. Only the soft drizzle of rain broke the silence, tapping gently against the tiled roof while the guards stood at their posts, alert and unmoving.Dressed in all black, Arabelle moved through the shadows, her long coat fluttering behind her like a phantom's wing. She pressed herself against the marble pillars, waiting for each guard's turn to look away before slipping past them. Her heart raced, not from fear, but from anticipation.She finally reached the garden gate, the only place left unguarded, and slipped inside. The scent of wet roses filled the air. The glass flower house glimmered in the darkness, her secret haven since childhood."Arabelle."The voice stopped her heartbeat. Soft, sweet, a melody she'd been craving for weeks.She turned, and there she was. Lucia. Standing between the flowerbeds, arms open, a mischievous smile lighting up her face. Her dark hair was loose tonight, casc

The torture room smelled of sweat, blood, and silence. A man chained against the wall barely conscious. His face was swollen, one eye completely shut, lip split, ribs broken. Blood dripped from his nose steadily to the ground.He had been beaten, electrocuted, and cut. But he hadn’t spoken a single word.Massimo, Dante’s second-in-command, entered the room. “He’s a spy. We found him crossing the south border with a microchip. He swallowed it. It's obvious smeone sent him.”“And he refuses to say who.” Another guard muttered.The room quieted instantly when the iron door slid open.Dante Valerio walked in.Black suit. Perfectly pressed.Expression calm, unreadable, cold enough to freeze the air.Dante ignored all the looks he got, his gaze was only on the battered man in the chair.He crouched in front of him, eye level, his voice soft… almost gentle.“I’m only going to ask you this once.”His tone was soft enough to scare a god.“Who sent you?”The spy coughed, spitting blood.“And yo

Finally, the wedding day arrived. To Arabelle, it felt like a cursed day, one she wished would never come. She sat silently in her bedroom, waiting for whoever would be assigned to prepare her. Wedding days were supposed to be filled with joy, excitement, and hope…But for her, it was nothing but dread.Lost in her thoughts, the door creaked open. A man in his early thirties walked in, chewing gum loudly, followed by a stylish woman and several young girls carrying garment bags.“Good morning, Signorina (my lady),” the man greeted with exaggerated flair. “I’m Alex,your makeup and hair stylist. And this gorgeous lady here is…” He gestured dramatically toward the woman beside him.“Lola,” she introduced with a warm smile. “I’ll be getting you dressed today.”Arabelle glanced at all of them, her expression empty, and simply nodded.“Wonderful,” Alex said. “Let’s not waste time. We don’t want the bride showing up late, do we?” He didn’t wait for an answer. “So, how do you want your hair a

What’s the problem, Dante?” Arabelle asked, her body tensing as she tried to stay alert.“I don’t know. Let’s get out of here,” Dante replied, grabbing her arm as they moved out of the room.A guard rushed toward them. “Boss, James’ men are the intruders.”“Come diavolo sono arrivati? (How the hell did they get in?)” Dante snapped.“I’m not sure, sir… but it looks like we have a mole in our midst.”“Shit.” Dante turned to Arabelle. “Take her to a safe room. Protect her with your life.”“No.” Arabelle’s voice cut sharply through the corridor. Dante froze and looked back at her.“What do you mean, no?”“I’m coming with you,” she said firmly. “I can help. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”“I’m not allowing that. Go with him and stay safe.”“And I insist.” She stepped forward, chin high. “You don’t get to decide everything for me. I’m not useless, Dante. Now let’s move before this turns bloody.”She brushed past him and strode down the hallway.For a second, Dante just stared at her, s

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