Queen of the Underworld

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A/N: Hey! Here's a little gift from me to you!

Today is May 26, 2019. Today marks the one year anniversary of this book! I'm so so happy to have come along this far in this story. And truly, it would have never been possible without all of you. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Enjoy this one year anniversary chapter of your favorite little killers! ❤🦄

Weeks went by. Literally weeks.

The introduction ceremony was less chaotic than I thought it to be. I just stood in the front of a warehouse while Lorenzo told his allies and men that I am the daughter and true heir to his power and title. They all bowed to protect me and to be loyal to me as well. I met around fifty people that Lorenzo introduced me to, which I forgot the names. There was a toast in my honor and then everyone went home.

Anastasia Bianchi was born. And she was now a part of the world.

In the end, he chose to keep Lady Devil a secret and I agreed. No more gang leaders for me, just enemies and corrupt business men.

The fine line between justice and murder was blurring with every second that passed. I doubt redrawing it was possible.

I was now an official part of my fathers world; I couldn't figure out if it was a good thing.

Rossi turned out to be a bunch of bogus. He wasn't involved with Mussolini, he was just power hungry and an asshole. I put a bullet through his head the second I was allowed. His gang was too weak to even try to come after us, so there were no worries about his father seeking revenge.

My father was practically their king, so they wouldn't dare to go against the man who had all of Sicily and most of Italy under his command.

After the whole me-taking-over-Grace's-job thing, she practically hates me. Every now and then she would comment subtle jabs at me and mask it with a smile. I keep telling myself that she probably thinks I am condescending when I asked to take over her job—which I completely under. I'd be pissed too.

She got another job and close to blew it, Veronica told me, but accomplished in the end. It was another gang member and he nearly sent her out of the club, but in the end her cleavage won.

"She's arrogant," Vee whined, before stuffing the spoonful on ice cream in her mouth. After I got back from training with the guys, she called me over. I showered and changed into pajama shorts and a silk camisole and she stayed in her undies, wrapped with a bathrobe. We were watching Sex and the City and binging on junk food in her room. At one point, she paused the movie and started talking shit.

"Arrogant? Of what?" I asked, taking back the tub and stabbing my spoon into it.

"She thinks she's the father, the son and the holy spirit in one just because she's fucking my brother." Her nose scrunched in disgust and so did mine. "Were you and him actually a thing?" My spoon froze midway and the ice cream slipped back onto the tub.

I cleared my throat, "w-what? Vee, I--"

She frowned, "why didn't you tell me?"

I gave her a deadpan look, "you always talked about how awful it was if I dated him. We thought you wouldn't approve, and Nick...olas always cared for your opinion so he wanted to keep it a secret until we felt it right. And well, the rest is history and shit."

She sighed, "well it would have been weird. But its certainly better than that airhead with big tits. Ugh, she's so...ugh."

I shrugged, "well you're going to have to suck it up, sister, because your brother looks completely in awe of the little devil."