The Substitute Bride of the Ruthless Mafia Boss
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I asked, my mind racing through old symbols, signs of authority.
She looked around, her gaze sharp. It landed on a young sapling near the gorge entrance, its bark still smooth. "There." She pointed. "Carve the Crown. Just the Crown of Azura. Simple. Clean. They’ll know it’s you. The others… they wouldn’t dare use it, and they wouldn’t be this subtle."
The Crown of Azura. The symbol of one of the Five Kingdoms, the Japanese syndicate I’d absorbed. A symbol of ultimate authority within that sphere. Using it here, now… it was a declaration. A reminder of who they were potentially fucking with.