All Chapters of Tricked by My Boys, Reborn As Vegas Royalty: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Before burning the bridge entirely, I had a final tie to sever.I dialed Nikolai’s private line."What? Not even twenty-four hours and you’re already calling to beg for a truce?" His voice was thick with greasy confidence."I have something that belongs to you." Between my fingers sat a small velvet case holding the mangled hollow-point slug dug out of Nikolai’s ribs when he jumped in front of a gun for me at age twelve. He’d kept it like a talisman, proof that my life belonged to him. "Give me your location.""Fifth Ave boutique. Make it quick, I’m not waiting around for you." The line went dead.When I pushed through the glass doors of the luxury showroom, Nikolai was sprawled deep into an Italian leather armchair.Gia stood in front of the triptych mirrors, smoothing down a tailored Chanel suit fresh off the Paris runway."Nikolai, what do you think? Matteo mentioned I might start shadowing him at the firm next week. Does this scream boardroom?""Looks stunning. Like you were born i

Two hours later, a reinforced black Cadillac sat idling silently at the iron gates of the Hughes main estate.I wore a dark tactical trench coat, a strip of surgical tape covering the dried gash on my throat.Inside the sprawling library, the heads of the family—the Don and Donna of the Hughes syndicate—sat behind a massive slab of antique mahogany.Between them lay the signed, stamped deployment order for the Nevada territory.My father’s pitch-black eyes bore into me. "Vegas is a meat grinder, Sienna. The cartels and the strip syndicates don't honor blood agreements. You step out onto that tarmac, you fight for your own life."My mother didn't offer a shred of maternal comfort; she only calculated cold value. "A Hughes never crawls. Blood gets you through the front door, nothing more. The throne goes to whoever takes it with lead and grit. You asked for the desert. Bring back blood, or don't come back at all."To people like them, petty squabbling between daughters was pathetic noise

The rain outside came down like sheets of lead.I sat on a rusty folding chair in the basement cell of the docks, my knuckles raw and split, the air thick with the smell of iron and dirty water.On the concrete floor, the three socialites who cornered Sienna were soaked to the bone, trembling like cornered rats."Who told you that you could lay a hand on my girl?" My voice was shot, dragging a solid iron pipe across the wet floor with a high-pitched screech."It was Gia! It was all her!" the lead girl shrieked, slamming her forehead repeatedly against the concrete. "Gia dropped it in our private chat! She told us Sienna was stripped of her rank, that the family was tossing her in the desert to get slaughtered! She swore if we taught Sienna a lesson, she’d cut us into the Hughes supply lines once she took the seat!"The basement went tomb-silent.A sickening crack split the air.The wet snap of bone was drowned out by an ear-splitting scream. I dropped the pipe, pulled a clean linen han

(Sienna’s POV)One year in Vegas.I paved my path in bone and brass, turning the chaotic desert playground into a fortress under my absolute rule.By the time the last rebel boss hit the warehouse floor with a hole between his eyes, the first red light of dawn was cutting across the desert sand.My second-in-command walked through the clearing smoke, dropping to one knee as he offered a thin, lit cigar. "Boss. Nevada’s cash routes and black markets are locked down. The territory is yours."Behind him, hundreds of armed soldiers raised their rifles in a deafening, unified salute.Back in my high-rise office, my mother’s face flickered onto the encrypted screen.She looked as unyielding as ever, but there was a sharp, unmistakable respect burning in her gaze.After I rattled off the quarter’s profit margins and supply line expansions, she took a slow sip of wine and remarked, almost casually:"Matteo lost his mind a while back. Tried to jump on a private bird to Vegas to track you down.