All Chapters of La Signora : The Divorced Mafia Queen's Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elise's POV I walked into the main hall the next morning and felt every eye in the room shift toward me. No more hesitation. No more testing the waters. Today I wasn’t asking for their respect. I was taking it. Twelve capos sat around the long table. Some looked uneasy. Others watched me with new caution after what happened with Luca. I took my father’s seat at the head without waiting for anyone to stand. The wood felt solid under me, like it had been waiting. “Morning,” I said, voice carrying clearly. “Let’s get this over with. We have real problems to handle.” Marco placed the updated reports in front of me. I flipped through them while the room settled. One shipment had been hit hard last night — Greco’s people again, bolder this time. They didn’t just test the edges. They took an entire truck and left two of our guys beaten but alive. A message. I looked up. “They’re getting cocky. That ends today. Double the guards on every southern route. Change the schedules every twelve h

Elise's POV The conference room felt smaller with every passing hour. I had called an emergency session after the break-in, and now six of the most trusted capos sat watching me pace near the head of the table. My father’s absence weighed on the air like a missing limb. “Someone walked into my study last night,” I said, stopping to face them. “They took specific route details. Not random files. Targeted. That means the problem didn’t leave with Luca.” Murmurs rippled through the room. Roberto shifted in his seat. “We cleaned house after the last one. You think there’s another rat?” “I know there is.” I planted both hands on the table and leaned forward. “And I’m done playing defense. From now on, every major decision goes through a three-person verification. No exceptions. If you have an issue with tighter controls, speak up. I’ll listen once.” None of them spoke. A few exchanged uneasy glances, but the mood had changed since I burned down that Greco warehouse. They were starting

Elise's POV The rain came down sideways by the time we made it back from checking the damaged warehouse. My clothes were soaked through, my side burned like hell, and I was running on fumes. I should have gone straight to bed. Instead I found myself in the small sitting room off the east wing, pouring two glasses of whiskey I didn’t really want. Nico walked in a few minutes later, hair wet, shirt clinging to his shoulders. He stopped in the doorway like he wasn’t sure he should be here. “You’re still up,” he said. “So are you.” I handed him one of the glasses. Our fingers brushed and neither of us pulled away fast enough. We sat on the old leather couch in silence for a while, listening to the rain hammer against the windows. My body felt heavy. My mind wouldn’t slow down. Every time I closed my eyes I saw flames, leaking information, my father’s pale face upstairs. “I keep thinking I’m one step behind,” I admitted quietly. “Like no matter what I do, they’re always ready for the

Elise's POV I shouldn’t have agreed to meet him. That was the first thought in my head as I slipped out the back gate of the estate just after midnight. The rain had finally stopped but the ground was still wet and muddy under my boots. I pulled my hood up and walked fast toward the old park two miles away, the one Cain had suggested. Neutral. Quiet. Far enough from both our worlds that nobody would accidentally see us. My heart was beating too fast the whole way. Not from fear of being followed. From something worse. From knowing I was starting to look forward to these secret meetings with Adrian’s brother. He was already there when I arrived, sitting on a wet bench under a broken streetlight. His shoulders were hunched against the cold. When he saw me he stood up quick, like he’d been waiting a long time. “Elise,” he said, voice low. “You came.” “Yeah.” I stopped a few feet away, hands stuffed in my pockets. “I shouldn’t have. But here I am.” We stared at each other for a secon

Elise's POV I couldn’t sit still after leaving my father’s room. The weight of everything he told me kept pressing down on my chest until I felt like I might scream. So I did the only thing that made sense in the moment. I decided to lead the next operation myself. Nico wasn’t happy when I told him. “You’re still healing,” he said, following me down the hall like a shadow. “This isn’t some training drill. Greco’s men are getting bolder. One mistake and—” “I know the risks,” I cut him off. My voice came out sharper than I meant. “But I need to do this. I can’t keep sending other people to bleed for me while I sit here reading reports. Not anymore.” He stopped walking and grabbed my arm gently, forcing me to face him. His eyes were dark with worry. “This isn’t about proving something, Elise. You’ve already proven it.” “Maybe it is,” I admitted. “Maybe I need to feel like I’m actually in control of something. My father’s dying upstairs. Adrian’s selling us out. Someone inside is sti