Six months.
That was how long it took Alessia to drown the Russian Bratva in their own blood and paint the city black.
Without Matteo’s cautious diplomacy or Enzo and Luca’s hesitation, the Cosa Nostra had transformed under Alessia's rule from a traditional crime family into an absolute, militarized dictatorship. The Omertà guard became the boogeymen of the underworld. Bratva safehouses were burned with everyone inside. Smuggling routes were seized with ruthless efficiency.
Those who surrendered were executed. Those who fought were executed slower.
By winter, the city was entirely hers.
Alessia stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of her penthouse office at the top of the Cosa Nostra's corporate high-rise, looking down at the glittering, snow-covered streets below. She held a crystal
