Lahat ng Kabanata ng La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Elise's POVThe first bullet of the night tore through the air two inches from my head and embedded in the concrete wall behind me with a sharp crack.I didn’t flinch. I dropped low behind the rusted shipping container, heart slamming against my ribs, and raised my rifle. The Greco supply depot stretched out in front of us like a steel graveyard under the weak floodlights. Crates stacked high. Trucks idling. Men moving like they thought they were safe.They weren’t.This was my first real offensive since my father died. No backup plan from the old man. No quiet voice in my ear telling me when I was being too reckless. Just me, a team of thirty, and the knowledge that if I fucked this up, more of our people would die while I was still learning how to breathe without him.“Move on my signal,” I whispered into the radio. My voice came out steady even though my hands were shaking inside my gloves. “Nico, take the left flank. I’m going center.”Nico’s voice crackled back, low and tight. “S

Elise's POVThe night smelled like gunpowder and burning fuel before we even reached the target.I crouched behind a rusted forklift on the edge of the industrial yard, rain mixing with sweat on my face, rifle heavy in my hands. This was the third strike in eight days. The war had turned into a meat grinder, and I was the one turning the handle. My father had been dead for twenty-four days. I still counted every single one.“Move on my mark,” I whispered into the radio. My voice was steady, but my stomach was in knots. “Nico, take the left flank. Push hard. Cain sent the exact layout. They’re not expecting us from the river side.”Nico’s voice came back low and tight. “Stay close to cover. Don’t be a hero tonight.”I didn’t answer. Heroes died. I needed to win.The signal went out. We surged forward through the rain.Gunfire erupted almost immediately. Greco’s men were waiting, but not in the right places. Cain’s intelligence had been perfect — he had risked everything to get us the p

Elise's POV“You came alone,” Don Savio Greco said, his voice echoing off the concrete walls of the abandoned factory. “Either you’re very brave or very stupid.”I stood ten feet away from him, rain dripping from my coat, gun heavy in my right hand. The old warehouse smelled like rust and wet concrete. Only four of his men were with him. I had come with none. Nico was somewhere in the shadows, watching. Cain had given me the final piece of my mother’s evidence two hours ago. This meeting wasn’t about negotiation. It was about ending it.“I’m not here to talk terms,” I said. My voice came out flat, tired. “I’m here to finish what my mother started.”Savio laughed, but it sounded forced. He was older than I remembered, face lined with years of power and paranoia. “Your mother was a traitor who got what she deserved. She tried to sell us all out to the feds. You should thank me for stopping her before she destroyed everything.”The words hit like a slap. I felt the anger flare up hot and

Adrian’s last move landed exactly where I’d planned it—on a Tuesday night in the warehouse district, rain slicing sideways across the streets like I was trying to wash the last of my pride off the pavement before it all drowned. I’d spent two days convincing myself it was the only way: a single text to a handful of contacts I still thought I owned, the one that said the lion’s cub was weakening, the lion’s cub was slipping, the lion’s cub would crack under the weight of one final betrayal. I’d even driven out to the edge of town with the gun loaded and the silencer screwed on, heart hammering like it was the first time I’d ever pulled a trigger. But every mile felt heavier than the last, because every mile brought me closer to the woman I’d once believed I could own forever, and now that ownership was gone.I killed the engine three blocks from her old apartment, stepped out into the downpour, and pulled the hood up like it would hide the man I’d become—nervous, shaking, already tasti

The room was already too quiet for something that should have been screaming with victory, every capo in the long table lined up like soldiers waiting for the final inspection. I stood at the head where my father used to sit, coat still damp from the walk in the rain, and felt the weight of their eyes on me like it was the first time they’d ever been wrong about me. No crowns. No speeches. Just the simple clink of my glass on the mahogany when I raised it, and the silence that followed like it had been waiting for this exact moment.“Gentlemen,” I said, voice low but steady, the same one that had come out of my throat the night I drove away from Adrian’s apartment without looking back. “You all know what this means. The empire doesn’t change hands tonight. It just stops pretending it was ever mine to begin with.”Don Savio Greco nodded once from the far end, the only one who still looked like he might argue, but he didn’t. None of them did. The contracts were already signed in the nex