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"I remember when I first told Sebastian that I was pregnant. He was ready to kill my boyfriend. He literally held a gun to his head. Somehow, I managed to convince him that my baby will need his father." "That's crazy," I commented. She nodded her head, agreeing. "How come you live here and he lives in the US?" "I was born and raised there until I turned 10. You know what men in the mafia are like especially with girls. My mom didn't want that to happen to me so I live here. No one knows about me." Men in the mafia treat women like objects. As soon as a girl has come of age, she needs protecting. Offers for marriage will come like a ton of bricks. Some people will even go as far as kidnappin

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

Axel approached Reina and stood in front of her, trying to gauge her intentions. Reina groaned in exasperation. "I don't know why you have to ruin my mood with your foul face." Axel remained silent, taking in Reina's appearance. She wore a long, elegant dark blue body-con dress that accentuated her figure, with a daring thigh-high slit. She wore a simple diamond necklace and her hair was styled in a French twist, with a few loose curls framing her face. A dark blue butterfly pin adorned her hair, and she completed the look with ankle strapped heels.

However Justin ignored her. "Are you stupid or something? You disturbed me in the middle of a photoshoot to tell me to buy you a pair of shoes?" Isabella yelled in anger. "I think it's time I send my men from the underworld to take care of you." Justin, who was unaffected by his sister's threat causally sipped his coffee. The same however couldn't be said for Jasmine. Everyone knew that Isabella Gerano Fraser was the wife to the Mafia king which made her the Mafia Queen.

Her sight, however, stirred up a negative feeling in Mia. Zara stood with arms crossed in a red fray gown that made her skin radiate and held onto her middle firmly. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail with its tips braided. She looked elegant even though she placed little effort into her looks. Mia could see why the alpha King was taken with her. On the outside, she was beautiful and on the inside; she was just like him, a monster. “Congratulations on your first act as Queen,” Zara said, stepping boldly towards her.

I kept my back straight as my fingers curled and my eyes swept over the crowd. “Alessia Nikolai Moretti,” Vescari said formally, “by the power vested in this council, by bloodline, and by right, we crown you Queen of the Mafia.” Slowly he picked up the crown and set it on my head. It felt slightly heavy but not more than the responsibilities that came with it. Mr. Vescari bowed before me. “All hail the Mafia Queen,” he declared. "The Queen had risen." An announcement was made. "Long live Queen" everyone cheered in unison.

I just wanted a way to Mark my territory that I am now the newest Queen, I need to show how tough enough I am, it’s like a message to other mafia’s. I could see the Sheryl, another ew mafia Queen who just took over from her parents after their death, I heard she was once betrothed to Mikel, Theodore’s father , she got married severally but none of the marriage lasted a year before she walks out of the marriage. I could see the male stripper was already performing for looking at me from a far as she smokes her life away. I also pick a cigar and keep sending back my men to tell the male stripper I want him for the night that I will pay $5,000,000 for the night.

Pop-pop says and I nod my head when the doors open again and I smile at my great-uncles. I move from my nanna and pop-pop to them. “Oh my darling girl, come here.” Uncle Nico says and I move into his arms and he hugs me before I move to Uncle Nate. He does the same thing. We pull apart and I see one of the Mafia Queens, Gabriella DeAngelis, as she stands shoulder to shoulder with Uncle Nate. Gabriella and her twin Alexandra DeAngelis are the Mafia Queens, well former queens. Gabriella’s daughter was the firstborn. Larissa is now the queen and her husband, Uncle Nate’s son Benito, is now the ruling Mafia King.

“Or maybe I had a dream. A bad one. Where trusting the Vales got us all killed. Where I died in a red dress while you watched.” The glass paused halfway to his mouth. He took a drink. Studied me. “What do you propose instead?” “We move first. Ally with the Russians before the Vales can. Buy the Naples port out from under them. Put our own man in Luca’s security detail. Cut their money, then cut their throats.” “That’s aggressive.” “I’m a Moretti.” He clinked his glass to mine. The sound was sharp. “Alright, Queen. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

"And..." "...his women." Valeria's eyebrows drew together. "You think Luca will want Isabella simply because she belonged to Lorenzo?" Don Rossi nodded confidently. "It happens all the time." "Power intoxicates people." "Especially new kings." "They become greedy." "They convince themselves that everything the former ruler possessed now belongs to them." He smiled again. "If Luca truly sees himself as the new Mafia King..." "...then sooner or later..." "...he'll want Lorenzo's greatest prize." "Isabella."