*Chapter 15: The Queen's Throne*
The storm that once ruled the city had passed. But in its wake, it left behind a new kind of power—one built not on fear, but on control, precision, and legacy. Sienna, once underestimated and overlooked, now sat where her enemies never imagined she would—on the throne of the underworld.
The entire city whispered her name.
In the heart of her private estate, Sienna sat in a large leather chair, the windows behind her overlooking the skyline. It was quiet—eerily so. Raven stood beside her, phone in hand.
"All Giordano warehouses have been taken. Their allies are scattering," Raven reported.
"And the remaining loyalists?"
"Some fled. Some are… persuadable."
Sienna smiled faintly. "Then let's keep them grateful. Feed them just enough. Not everything. Just enough to remind them who keeps order here."
She walked toward the large table in the center of the room. On it was a map—of territories, routes, names.
"Is it enough?" Raven asked quietly.
Sienna's eyes darkened. "No. Not yet."
She pointed to a corner of the map.
"The Valeris are watching. And I know they're next."
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That night, a private dinner was held in the manor. Only a few were invited—those who had stood with her through the fire. Candlelight flickered across polished wood, expensive wine poured freely.
Raven raised her glass. "To the Queen."
"To survival," Luca added.
But Sienna didn't raise hers. She stood instead.
"This isn't the end," she said. "This is only the foundation. I don't want to be remembered as the woman who took down a man."
"I will be remembered as the woman who rebuilt a kingdom."
She looked around the room, each face lit by firelight.
"You chose me when I had nothing. You followed me when it cost you everything. And I swear—none of you will regret it."
They toasted. And at that moment, there was no doubt—Sienna wasn't just a leader. She was a force.
A queen forged in betrayal, war, and blood.
And her reign had only just begun.
Sienna turned her gaze from the window. "Bring them to me. No empire is built without fire. Let them feel the heat or join it."
There was no more room for softness.
She had seen what weakness did—it opened the door for betrayal. And now, her rule would be forged from the very pain that once tried to destroy her.
Suddenly, Luca entered the room. "The news is everywhere. Police are 'investigating' Giordano's empire. But off the record—they're grateful. You cleaned up a mess they couldn't touch."