Mafia Princess

The Hunt Begins

The city slept. Selene didn’t. From above, she watched the rival group, laughing in the alley, thinking they were untouchable. She had studied them for weeks their routes, their guards, their habits. Nothing was left to chance.

A small smile curved her lips. Fear. Chains. Control. She remembered her mother’s words, but she had rewritten them: power was earned with blood, not favors.

Her plan was simple. Precise. Deadly. Every exit blocked, every angle covered. The dagger at her thigh was just for show. The real weapon was the chaos she would create.

She gave the order. Her men moved in, swift and ruthless. Panic spread fast. The rival group tried to fight, but it was too late. The trap was complete.

Selene watched, calm, as it all unfolded. She didn’t enjoy pain. She enjoyed control the way her plan bent everything to her will.

By the time she stepped into the alley, the group was broken. Fear replaced arrogance. Selene’s eyes swept over them, cold and exact. No mercy. Only results.

And then it was over. Silence fell. Bodies slumped under the dim streetlights. A single thought lingered in the air: The Princess has claimed her first conquest.

By morning, the rumors spread. The Princess may be more dangerous than the Queen.

Selene didn’t need to hear it. She could feel it in every heartbeat, every tremor of fear she left behind.

The hunt had begun. Selene Veyra had just opened her eyes.