All Chapters of The Queen's War (Book one of The Mafia Throne): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE — THE GHOST REACTS

Unknown Location"Boss, he... he has been killed."The man standing at the window went still, his silhouette rigid against the city lights beyond. The whiskey glass in his hand paused halfway to his lips."What?" His voice was dangerously soft. "Say that again."Marco shifted nervously near the door, tablet clutched in his hands. "The Wolf. He's dead. Mission failed.""How is that possible?" The man turned slowly, his face still obscured by shadow. "I hired the best assassin in three countries. A man with a ninety-seven percent success rate. And you're telling me he's dead?""Yes, sir.""Who?" The question came out like a whip crack. "Who killed him?"Marco swallowed hard. "Dante's wife. Arabelle."Silence.Then the whiskey glass shattered against the wall."His *wife*?" The man's voice rose for the first time, control slipping. "The girl killed him? Don Moretti's daughter?""Yes, sir. Our contact confirmed it. She went in alone, tracked him to his hideout, engaged him in combat." Ma

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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO — SURRENDER

The adrenaline from killing the Wolf hadn't fully worn off yet.Arabelle stood in the bathroom, hands braced on the marble sink, staring at her reflection. Her hair was still pulled back tight from the mission. A smudge of dirt marked her cheek. Her eyes were bright, alert, alive.She'd killed a man tonight. A professional assassin. And she felt... powerful.The door opened. Dante's reflection appeared behind hers in the mirror."You've been in here a while," he said quietly."Just processing." She turned to face him. "Is that weird? That I don't feel guilty?""No." He moved closer. "You eliminated a threat. Protected people. That's not something to feel guilty about.""My father always said I was too soft. That I hesitated." She looked down at her hands—steady, clean now. "But tonight, I didn't hesitate at all.""Because you've accepted who you are." His hand found her chin, tilting it up. "Not who your father tried to make you. Just... you.""And who am I?""Dangerous. Strategic. Br

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CHAPTER THIRTY THREE — RETALIATION

Dante's phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand, pulling both of them from rest. Arabelle groaned, burying her face in his chest as he reached for it."This better be important," Dante answered, voice rough with sleep."It's the warehouse on Fifth Street," Massimo's voice was tight. "It's on fire. The Carusos hit us hard—took out the guards, torched the entire building. We've got three men down, two critical."Dante was already sitting up, instantly alert. "I'm on my way.""What happened?" Arabelle asked, already getting out of bed."Carusos. They torched one of our warehouses." He was pulling on clothes, moving with practiced efficiency. "Stay here. I'll handle it.""Like hell." She was already dressing. "If they're retaliating, this is about to get messy. You need all hands on deck.""Arabelle—""Don't." She fixed him with a look. "We're partners, remember? You don't get to protect me from the job."He studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Fine. But you stay close to me. And if

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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR — FIRST MISSION

The gym was upscale—the kind of place where business deals happened between sets and networking was as important as the workout. Arabelle and Clara entered in matching athletic wear, looking like any other wealthy women starting their day."There," Clara murmured, nodding toward the free weights section. "That's him, right?"Bruno Santini was exactly as his file described—mid-twenties, built like a fighter, with the kind of restless energy that came from ambition with nowhere to go. He was working through bicep curls with focused intensity, headphones in, completely absorbed."That's him." Arabelle adjusted her ponytail. "Remember, we're just here to plant seeds. Feel him out. No pressure, no obvious recruitment pitch.""Got it. I'm the friendly distraction while you assess.""Exactly." Arabelle moved toward the treadmills positioned with a clear view of Marco's station. "Let's see if he notices us first."They didn't have to wait long.After twenty minutes of their workout, Marco mov

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CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE — GHOSTS FROM THE PAST

"This came for you, ma'am. Hand-delivered. The messenger wouldn't say who sent it."Maria set the breakfast on the table beside Arabelle with a sealed envelope.The envelope was cream-colored, expensive paper, with Arabelle's name written in familiar handwriting that made her stomach drop.*Lucia.*"Thank you, Maria." Arabelle kept her voice steady, waiting until the housekeeper left before opening it.Inside was a single page, the handwriting unchanged from the letters Lucia used to send her years ago.*Arabelle,**I know you probably don't want to hear from me. I know you think I lied to you, manipulated you. Maybe I did.**But I also know the truths about Dante: he'll never tell you himself. About who he really is. About what he's done. About someone named Lorenzo Salvatore.**Ask him about Lorenzo. Ask him what happened in Milan three years ago. Ask him about the brother he tried to kill.**Then decide if you really know the man you married.**There's a café on Morrison Street. Th

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CHAPTER THIRTY SIX— COMMON GROUND

The summons came early Monday morning.Giovanni wanted all three of them—Dante, Clara, and Arabelle—at his estate by ten AM. No explanation, just the expectation of compliance.They drove separately. Dante with Massimo, Arabelle with Clara."This is good," Clara said as they navigated traffic. "Dad forcing you two to work together. Maybe it'll help.""Or make things worse." Arabelle stared out the window. "Five days, Clara. We've barely spoken in five days.""I know. The whole house feels it. Even the staff are walking on eggshells." Clara glanced at her. "Do you miss him?""Every day. Every hour." The admission came out quietly. "But missing him doesn't mean I trust him.""Fair enough."Giovanni's study was imposing as always—dark wood, leather furniture, walls lined with books and family history. Maps covered his massive desk, red marks indicating territories, blue for allies, black for contested zones."Sit," Giovanni ordered when they arrived.Dante took one chair. Arabelle delibe

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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN — BUILDING AN ARMY

"This's stupid," Arabelle muttered, making a note.She was looking at employee rosters for Santos's clubs when she noticed something: the female staff were paid significantly less than their male counterparts, despite often being the ones who actually gathered the most valuable intelligence from drunk patrons."What is?" Clara looked up from her laptop."Santos is sitting on a goldmine of potential intelligence assets and he's wasting them by underpaying his female employees." Arabelle pulled up more records. "Same with Martinez. All these women working in clubs and bars, overhearing conversations, seeing who meets with who—and they're treated like they're invisible.""They probably are invisible to men like Santos," Clara said. "That's kind of the point.""Exactly." An idea was forming. "What if we changed that? What if we offered those women better pay, better positions, and actual training?""Training in what?""Intelligence gathering. Self-defense. Strategic thinking." Arabelle's

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CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT — TAKEN

The meeting with Santos went exactly as planned.By Wednesday afternoon, they had his signature on the agreement—his clubs now operating under Valerio protection, with significantly better terms than he'd had before."One territory down, two to go," Clara said as they left Santos's office. "Martinez next?""Tomorrow," Dante confirmed. "Let him sweat one more day knowing Santos flipped."Arabelle checked her phone. "I need to get back. Training session at three, then debriefing with the recruits at five.""I'll drive you," Dante offered."I have my car—""I know. But we should discuss Martinez's approach on the way." It was flimsy pretense and they both knew it.But Arabelle nodded anyway. "Fine. Clara, can you—""I'll take your car back. Go." Clara's smile was knowing. "You two need the time."They drove in comfortable silence for the first few minutes, the tension between them less sharp than it had been."The training program is exceeding expectations," Dante said finally. “Father e

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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE — YOU CAME

Arabelle woke to pain.Sharp, burning pain across her ribs. Her head throbbed where something had struck her. Her wrists ached from restraints cutting into skin.She blinked, vision clearing slowly, and found herself in what looked like an old factory. Dim lighting. Rusted equipment. And a man standing before her with something metal in his hand."Ah, you're awake. Good." Lorenzo Salvatore smiled. "I was worried I'd given you too much sedative. Where's the fun if you can't feel this?"He pressed whatever he was holding—a heated metal rod—against her side.Arabelle screamed, the sound raw and involuntary."There it is." Lorenzo pulled back, admiring his work. "That's the sound I wanted. Pain. Real, visceral pain. The kind Dante caused me.""Fuck you," Arabelle spat, her voice hoarse."Such language. Is that how Don Moretti raised his daughter?" Lorenzo circled her like a predator. "Though I suppose he raised you to be a killer too. You've done quite well for yourself—training those wom

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CHAPTER FORTY — HEALING

The doctor worked through the night.Dante's shoulder required surgery—the bullet had passed clean through but damaged muscle and tissue. He'd need weeks of physical therapy.Arabelle's injuries were worse. Burns, cuts, bruises, signs of systematic torture. Nothing life-threatening, but the psychological damage would take longer to heal than the physical wounds.By dawn, they were both stabilized, medicated, and resting in separate recovery rooms.Clara sat between them, checking on each in turn, exhausted but refusing to leave.When Dante finally woke around noon, his first word was: "Arabelle?""She's okay. Sleeping. The doctor said she'll make a full recovery." Clara squeezed his hand. "You both will.""Lorenzo—""Is still out there. Massimo has every available man searching, but so far, nothing." Clara's expression was grim. "He disappeared completely."Dante tried to sit up, pain shooting through his shoulder. "I need to—""You need to rest. Doctor's orders. You're not going anyw

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