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I snap at her. “Lіѕtеn here, Blаkе. I’m not turning frеѕh young things іntо whоrеѕ; thеѕе twо hаvе соmе here right from Buffalo, Nеw Yоrk.”

“Do you know how much it still haunts me that I didn’t get to witness Dante bowing at your feet? You think I’ll miss this round too? Dream on, Mafia Queen!” She slammed the door harder than necessary, causing an old pigeon nearby to flap into the air. I grinned. “Sorry!” We walked together down the crooked stone path into the heart of Queens Road. It smelled like old shoes and boiled yam, like oil-soaked rags and ten years of heat-stained memories. The beggars were everywhere—tired men on mats, women crouched under wooden tarps, children with glassy eyes and dust-covered faces waving at us as we passed.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

He told her gently. Catherine raised her head from his arms and spoke, “I knew that my brother is the best and loves me the most. I have learned to cook your favorite dish- pork cutlet. I will prepare it for you tonight, okay? So, you must have dinner today with me. I don’t care how busy you might be but you must be present at the dining table at sharp 9 pm.” After finishing her words, she walked to her room which was the biggest room in the mansion.

“I do hope that you have made an appointment to see him, or you will be forced to leave the premises.” “Hmm, maybe Mr. Landry should take a page out of his book and abide by it. If it’s okay for him to come to my place of business and-” “And what business is this that you own dressed the way you are?” The blonde female with green eyes asks as she rudely cuts me off. “The Appleton Bakery.” “Thee, Appleton Bakery?” The male’s voice sweeps through the car once again with surprise. “Yes, the one and only Appleton bakery on Queens Street,” I reply with pride and fulfillment.

“He’s a mafia king, Chloe. Isaac’s death is just the beginning. If Nicholas finds out you saw it—if he even suspects you’re the one who could burn everything down—he’ll kill you. No second chances. No hesitation. Not even a goodbye.” “No,” she said, shaking her head as she backed toward the open door. “Nicholas wouldn’t—he wouldn’t hurt me.” Adrian laughed under his breath. “You think you know him? That you’re somehow different?” His smile was cruel now. “He’s a man who built his empire on blood and fear. And you… you’re a threat wrapped in a pretty face.” Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. “Please…” “Get in the car,” he said, his voice losing the playful edge, now shar

"Axel is complicated. He’s got all the warmth of an ice sculpture and the emotional range of a brick wall, but he’s not completely unbearable. He’s just complicated." I raised a brow, turning back to look at him. I stepped aside and picked up a chopping board. "Yeah, complicated is one word for it. But insufferable comes to mind." We sliced fruit, joking back and forth, while he stole pieces like thieves. The kitchen was peaceful, filled with laughter—until the queen bee strode in. She was still in her night robe. I hadn’t even known she was coming. "Oh, how quaint. The kitchen is now a lover’s zone."

But in the silence between them, they didn't notice: The Mark had already been carved beneath their table. The Queen was coming. And she wasn't alone. Hours Later - Fresh Meadows Marketplace A young merchant held up a scrap of bark with a charred crescent drawn on it. "It was painted over the council's wagon," he whispered. "They say it means the Queen is not alone." In an alley nearby, two omegas passed the symbol between them, carving it gently into the side of a wooden crate. At the city's edge, a group of farmers whispered the name—Umbra. Not just a rogue. A resistance.

I have never before had the opportunity to use both on the same occasion, but there is always a first time and Benvenuto Damian doesn't go anywhere unprepared. "Don't you start." I warn Achille after letting him simmer for a while. Madre's nagging was enough if my brother started with the same shit I was definitely buying myself a wife on one of those dodgy websites Tommasso was going on about the other day. I do not have nearly enough patience to go through this on a daily basis. The traffic on the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge is a nightmare. I wanted to meet Roberto at my new club in little Italy, but as neither of us trusted each other the location moved around a few times until we agreed on

Luciano for the most part, looked like he was tired of their shit, as at some point he just leaned back on his chair and let them threaten all they wanted without trying to interfere or even mediate. "Everything in Queens and the North of Brooklyn is mine, don't be a fool." Antonio spat, crossing his arms like a child who had just been refused candy and was planning to throw the biggest fit anyone had ever seen. "Damn right it is," Francesco countered, slamming his fat, heavily ringed fingers on the table, "All of the best markets for our good stuff all go to you yeah? And what is there for the rest of us yeah? What are you leaving behind you for us to get? Fucking peanuts?"