*Chapter 13: Queen's Web*
The storm outside mirrored the one brewing inside Sienna's mind. Rain lashed against the windows of her penthouse, the thunder roaring like the war she was about to unleash. But Sienna was calm—dangerously calm. She sat on a velvet armchair, legs crossed, a glass of wine untouched in her hand. Her empire was about to shift. And she would be the one pulling the strings.
Raven entered quietly, placing a folder on the glass table.
"They took the bait," she said. "The Giordanos have started moving the fake shipment to their second dock."
Sienna didn't smile. She never smiled before a kill. "Good. That means they've broken the truce first."
Marcus leaned against the wall, arms folded. "And what now? Hit them hard?"
Sienna shook her head. "No. We watch. We let them think they've won. And when they're celebrating… we burn everything they own."
She opened the folder—photos of the Giordano's second-in-command with government officials. Traitors were useful. Until they weren't.
"The politician?" Luca asked.
"He'll be exposed. But not yet. First, we need to make sure he leads us to the real source of their funding. Then we slice the artery," she said coldly.
A pause.
"But Sienna," Raven said softly, "if you do this… there's no going back. This isn't just a message. It's war."
Sienna stood, her silhouette sharp against the lightning-lit windows.
"They took from me. Lied to me. Tried to destroy what I built." Her voice was low but powerful. "Now I show them why they never challenge the Queen."
She stepped toward a secret vault and opened it. Inside, not gold, not guns—but documents. Proof. Insurance. Secrets she'd been collecting for years. Every enemy had a weakness—and she had them all in her hands now.
Sienna turned to her crew.
"Tomorrow, we end the Giordanos. But tonight, we let them dance in their illusion. Because spiders don't rush… they wait."
And the Queen spun her web—silent, patient, deadly.
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