Standing in front of the wooden door, I unloaded my revolver before inserting back one bullet and turned around to see Javier and ten of our men standing with their guns drawn out and aimed towards the door.

I kicked the door open with my left foot and with my revolver pointed at the person sitting at the head of the round table, I walked inside.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get past my security?" The man roared.

He seemed to be in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair gelled back, giving his semi wrinkled face, a mature and intimidating look. My eyes surveyed the room to find a total of five men sitting there with their guns clutched tightly in their hands. It was a small conference room, the walls of which were covered in gold leather sheets. There was another narrow door right behind where the man was seated.

"You're awfully ignorant for someone who wants to marry their daughter off to the Italian capo." I mocked and dragged the swiveling chair out before sitting down it. I placed my left ankle above my right knee and placed my revolver on the shiny surface of the table with the barrel facing his way.

His eyes widened in realization and he cleared his throat awkwardly before adjusting his tie and opening his mouth, "It's not my fault that you like to stay off the radar. There's not even a single picture of you on the internet." He reasoned.

"Fair enough." I shrugged.

"I knew you'd change your mind, though. Did my daughter convince you?" He questioned as I saw his eyes shine with an evil glint.

I hummed in response as a smirk settled on my face, "She was pretty convincing."

He mirrored my smirk and leaned back in his seat before telling his men to lower the guns with a wave of hand and they obeyed.

"Are you here to seal the deal?" he asked, intertwining his hands above the table.

I started to spin my revolver above the table and nodded my head once, "I am, actually. But you did not let me complete my previous sentence." I said and finally looked in his light brown eyes.

He raised his brow and told me continue so I said, "Your daughter, Natalia, was pretty convincing. Easy on the eyes, I must say, with those fiery red hair." I paused and smirked to see his pleased expression before resuming, "Tastes very sweet, too, in fact my men told me that."

His eyebrows furrowed a little as he processed my words and I decided to keep going, "See, over the call I told you I have a woman. You know why we picked a war with the French? They took her from me. Imagine my fuckin' frustration when I just get her back and a bastardo decides to dump another woman on me, " I huffed and observed his face which has now turned red out of anger. "To put it simply, I picked a war with another Mafia because they threatened my empire by taking the Queen away and what's a King without his Queen anyway, right? You see, I will go to any length and fight a thousand more wars if they so much as look at her the wrong way. Now, it doesn't take a genius to figure that we Italians treasure our women the most. You can steal money, drugs, weapons, land, clubs, hotels, or whatever you desire from us and you'll pay for that of course but women, oh boy, that's straight up disrespect. And you just fuckin' disrespected me." I tsked with a fake sad expression on my face.

"What the fuck are you on about?" he asked in his thick Portuguese accent.

"What I mean is that I might sound like some ordinary man right now who just wants to protect what's his but my woman, she's fuckin' territorial. I might have let your daughter off the hook easily but Sylvia didn't take it well and made it her personal mission to use your daughter as her punching bag. I mean, you would also do the same if someone were to do that your wife, no? Natasha, right?" I asked pretending to think deeply.

He gulped and face visibly paled as soon as I mentioned his wife, "Y-you are in my territory." He made a pathetic attempt to threaten me.

"Oh." I nodded. "You're right, but the thing is, when I want to make a point, land is the least of my concerns. And I want to make a point desperately, right now." I gritted out at the end.

"Your number one mistake was thinking that you could sell your daughter, but that's your personal problem. Moving on, mistake number two, sending your daughter even after I rejected your absurd proposition and told you that I am already committed to someone else. Mistake number three, you underestimated me and thought I wouldn't find out about your little feud with the Greek Don. That's exactly why you wanted to join hands, didn't you?" I smirked looking directly at his fuming face.

Ah, the satisfaction it brought.

"YOU CAN'T FUCKIN' STROLL IN HERE AND THREATEN ME LIKE THAT. I'LL HAVE YOU KILLED UNDER SECONDS." He roared in anger while standing up from his chair.

"Oh, about that. I killed all of your men before I graced you with my presence. Your wife is currently being held a captive." I informed him, nonchalantly.

Now, he looked scared.

I flicked my wrist and Javier immediately entered the room with his men behind him who within the blink of an eye, shot all five men dead.

Santiago Garcia sat dumbfounded in his seat as he struggled to register what had just happened with him.

The door on his back opened and in strutted the most beautiful women I have ever laid my eyes on, leaving me awestruck and tongue-tied. She was dressed in an all-black outfit that consisted of a spaghetti straps silk top and black skinny jeans which was ripped at the knee. Her dead straight locks fell on her back giving her the most deadly yet celestial look. She looked like an angel casted straight out of hell.

I picked up my gun when Santiago turned his head to look at her. From the look in his eyes, he was equally surprised to see another intruder here. He got up from his seat with shaky legs and she just pushed him back causing him to land on the chair with a loud thud. Glancing at me briefly with no emotion in her eyes, she turned away and hopped on the table before dragging Santiago's chair closer to where she sat.

From where I was seated, she placed her right heel-cladded foot between his legs and leaned down, "Looks like you've been stirring a lot of trouble lately, especially with people you know you will lose from." She commented.

"Wh-who are you?" Santiago asked, his voice dripping in fear.

I mean, I don't blame the poor man. I'd be equally surprised and intimidated if a woman as such interrogated me.

My head tilted to the side as I awaited her answer, "Oh, me? I thought you would know by now." She said placing a hand over heart and pretending to be fake hurt.

"I don't know who you are." Santiago's voice came out in a whisper.

"Oh well, I'm the person you tried to steal from." She stated and applied enough pressure with her foot to make him yelp in pain.

With that, she hopped off the table and rounded his chair before going to stand at the back with her hands on his shoulders.

"I don't like it when someone tries to meddle in my life affairs. It took me years to get where I am today, to be who I am, and to be with who I have always wanted to be with. So you know it's not nice when you try and shake the firm ground I stand on." She spoke with a hint of anger laced in her voice.

Javier and everyone else was now on alert, including me, waiting for one wrong move so we can take the lead.

"You're talking in circles." Santiago huffed out.

"Am I? My apologies. I am-" she started to introduce herself but in a millisecond, the man drew his gun out of his waistband and pointed it straight at her neck.

She looked unfazed, almost as if she was expecting him to do so. My gun was now aimed directly in their direction.

"I was going to be nice and actually give y'all a proper introduction but by the looks of it, you just signed your death warrant, a little earlier." She said, addressing him.

With that, she snatched the gun out of his hands and threw it across the room, "You're pathetic." She muttered and turned his chair around making him come face to face with me, once again.

She finally looked up at me, her eyes clashing with mine, and a smirk tugged at my lips as she sashayed over to me and perched herself leisurely on my lap.

My hand went to her waist as she spoke once again, "I am the very reason why your daughter and wife are now dead and also why this man wiped out your entire mafia. The name's Sylvia, I am the woman he was talking about."

His teeth gritted in anger as he glared at the both of us.

"See you in hell." Saying that, I pressed the trigger and fortunately for me, the only bullet shot out and hit him directly between his eyes.

His head fell back with his mouth agape and eyes wide open as my men started to leave the room.

"We'll be outside." Javier announced and I nodded my head at him before he left.

We had arrived to Portugal this morning to finish off this fuckin' stupidity once and for all. It had been six days since that night and after coming up with a bulletproof plan, we came here to execute the idea.

Sia was not lying when she said that she has actually killed his wife and daughter. The confidence suited her, not gonna lie, and it turned me the fuck on.

She turned around to straddle my lap and wrapped her delicate arms around my shoulders as she hugged me. I pulled her body closer to mine and placed a kiss on her hair.

She looked every bit the queen I had imagined her to be.

Mia Regina.

(My Queen)

"Will you pick a thousand wars for me?" She pulled away and questioned.

"A thousand, and a thousand more." I replied as soon as she finished asking that question.

She did not give me the time to decipher her reaction before she brought my head closer to hers and connected our lips.

My eyes closed as her soft, plump lips descended on mine in a beautiful collision. My heart raced a mile per second when her hands entangled in my hair and she tugged at them to deepen the kiss. I groaned and pulled her impossibly closer which earned me a moan.

My wandering hands trailed down to cup her ass and gave it a light squeeze. Her lips parted and I dived my tongue right in, wanting to explore every corner of that sweet little mouth. Her tongue lapped with mine and just for this once, I let her win.

She tasted sweeter than honey and I bit her bottom lip making her hiss before we both pulled away and rested our foreheads against one another. The sound of harsh breathing was the only one that could be heard in the room and I opened my eyes to see that hers were still closed. Her plump lips were swollen and something inside me stirred so I took her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged at it causing her to gasp as her eyes flew open.

I tugged at it roughly a few more times before pecking her once again and finally pulling away. She panted as her hands now rested on my chest.

"I love you." We both spoke simultaneously.

I chuckled and kissed her on the lips briefly before drawing back and gazing directly at her hooded eyes.

"Let's go home." I told her.

She shook her head, "I am already home."

Saying that, she cupped my jaw and pulled me in for another make out session.

A/N: THIS IS MY FAVORITE CHAPTER. 😭❤️ I HOPE I DONT SOUND SELF-CENTRED OR SMTH. 😅