The Don’s Fallen Queen Chapter 03

The Don’s Fallen Queen Chapter 03

Dante Moretti’s eyes locked onto the scars crisscrossing my back.

“Sierra,” he said hoarsely, “what the hell happened to you?”

“Are you still angry at me?”

“I only asked you to make room for Elena.”

His jaw flexed.

“The war with the Rossi family nearly destroyed both sides. Elena slept with men at those billionaire auctions to buy us allies. To buy us time.”

“She wants a home now.” His voice lowered. “For herself. For me. For our child.”

His gaze bored into mine.

“So why can’t you let her into the family?”

“I envy her,” I said quietly. “One night in bed and she gets tens of millions in funding.”

I let out a faint laugh.

“For a prostitute, that’s basically a fairytale.”

“Maybe it’s because she still has some self-respect,” he said coldly. “She didn’t turn herself into this.”

His voice turned vicious.

“Unlike you.”

A broken sound escaped my throat.

Something in his expression darkened instantly.

Then suddenly, his mouth crashed against mine.

Rough. Desperate.

An hour later, I was bent over the table face-down, my wrists pinned behind my back.

Dante fucked me like he hated me. Every thrust felt like punishment. My stomach cramped so hard I could barely breathe.

“Slut!” he snarled against my ear. “Disgusting. Fucking filthy.”

Afterward, he yanked me over onto my back.

His eyes were bloodshot now, almost unhinged.

I curled inward instinctively and stared at him in a daze.

“Whore,” he muttered. “You’re fucking pathetic.”

He grabbed a thick stack of cash and threw it across my face.

Bills scattered over my body and onto the floor.

“Since you love making headlines so much,” he said coldly, “maybe you need a stage name.”

His mouth twisted mockingly.

“How about Everybody’s Girl?”

His gaze dragged over me slowly.

“Seems fitting.”

I lowered my eyes and quietly began gathering the bills scattered across the floor.

“Everybody’s Girl,” I repeated softly.

Then I looked up at him.

“I like it.”

“Thanks, Don Moretti.”

“You’re beyond saving.”

His face turned completely cold. Then he slammed the door behind him and walked out.

A few girls wandered in afterward, grinning at me.

“Sierra, we heard some huge shot showed up tonight.”

One of them laughed.

“You finally earned enough to bail your husband out of jail?”

I couldn’t say a single word.

Five years ago, I ignored my family’s objections and got engaged to Dante.

Back then, I was drawn to dangerous men. Ambitious men. Men who looked like they could burn the world down and still walk away smiling.

In less than three years, Dante became the most feared arms dealer on the East Coast. My father called him a genius. My brother called him family.

But what did I get in return?

—

I opened the safe hidden beneath the vanity. Inside were stacks of cash, credit cards, and checks.

“I’m leaving,” I told Roxanne quietly. “Is this enough?”

Roxanne hesitated for a moment before finally taking the key from my hand.

“It’s enough,” she said.

Then her expression shifted slightly.

“But first, you still have to make it through the final banquet.”