Three weeks of absolute, unbroken peace was a terrifying anomaly in our world. The violent transition of power had completely settled, and the city was firmly, undeniably ours. The federal task force, under the tightly leashed command of Special Agent Vance, had entirely evaporated from our operational radar. The remaining rival factions in the city had eagerly bowed their heads, offering massive financial tributes to the newly crowned Queen who had orchestrated the rapid downfall of the Russian Bratva.
I stood in front of the massive vanity mirror in the master suite, fastening a delicate diamond clasp around my neck. The heavy black diamond ring on my left hand sparkled brilliantly in the warm morning light. I was no longer playing a role. The incredibly expensive silk dresses and tailo
