Queen of the West
"I've got some news you might want to hear. Rumors are spreading underground."
I didn't respond, just raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
He leaned in slightly. "The Queen of the West is making moves. Word is, she's opening her own big-shot hotel, here in Manhattan."
My entire body tensed at that, my mind snapping into focus. The Queen of the West—this mysterious woman who had been creeping into my territory, disrupting operations without leaving a trace of her identity. We still had no name, no face. Just whispers.
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