The black bulletproof SUV roared through the heart of Palermo, escorted by motorcycles and trailing cars. Inside, Elena sat beside Xavier, dressed in an elegant black suit tailored for both beauty and power. Her makeup was minimal but bold—highlighting her sharp cheekbones and fiery eyes. No more the helpless woman caught in the middle. Today, she was walking into the heart of the mafia world as Xavier Romano’s queen.

She hadn’t spoken much since they left the mansion.

Not because she was scared.

But because she was focused.

Across from her sat Lucio, Xavier’s most trusted right hand, his sharp eyes watching her like a weapon she might draw at...