The Don’s Fallen Queen Chapter 07

The Don’s Fallen Queen Chapter 07

Dante’s gun was already pressed against Roxanne’s forehead. One twitch, and her skull would split open.

She collapsed to the floor, slamming her head against the ground hard enough to draw blood down her face.

“It was Elena,” she sobbed desperately. “She gave me a million dollars in cash. Said you and your wife were already finished.”

Her entire body shook violently.

“She told me that if I broke Sierra badly enough, she’d become the perfect cash machine.”

Blood dripped onto the carpet beneath her.

“At first, I didn’t believe her. But you never came.” Her voice cracked apart. “You never visited her. Never asked about her. Never looked for —”

The gun fired before she finished the sentence.

Blood exploded across the carpet.

Her body hit the floor with a heavy thud.

Dante stood there staring at the corpse, his eyes bloodshot and hollow.

“Sierra,” he whispered hoarsely, “don’t hate me.”

His grip tightened around the gun.

“Please.”

“I know you never want to see me again.” His breathing turned uneven. “But you have to come back to me.”

His voice lowered into something terrifyingly quiet.

“And every man who touched you… every person who hurt you…”

“I’ll kill them myself.”

And he did.

His men stormed mansions, penthouses, and private clubs across the East Coast.

CEOs.

Politicians.

Men who once threw fortunes at Sierra just to watch her smile.

Not one of them walked out alive.

The last man dropped to his knees, sobbing and begging for mercy.

“Mr. Moretti, please!” he cried. “It was Elena! She manipulated me! She told me to humiliate your wife!”

Another gunshot echoed through the room.

Another body collapsed to the floor.

Dante stood beside the corpse, voice hoarse with exhaustion.

“Elena again.”

That same night, he climbed over the iron gates of the Ricci estate and cornered Vincent Ricci inside his study.

The same man who’d tried to stop him at the banquet.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Dante demanded. “What were you trying to tell me the night Sierra got on that balloon?”

Vincent let out a cold laugh that carried no amusement at all.

“I came to thank your wife,” he said flatly.

His eyes turned darker.

“If Sierra hadn’t walked alone into enemy territory carrying gasoline and a rifle to negotiate with those families…”

He stepped closer.

Each word landed colder than the last.

“…most of us wouldn’t even be alive right now.”

Vincent stared straight into Dante’s eyes.

“And this is how you repaid her?”

His voice cut like ice.

“You let her drown in a river.”

“If my father finds out what you did to her,” he said quietly, “he’ll never agree to an alliance with you.”