Part 7: The Quiet Queen's Debut
The cigar room was filled with the smell of expensive tobacco and the deep, rumbling voices of the DeLuca elders. They looked at Enzo with expectation, waiting for him to unleash a bloodbath. When Harper walked in, the room went quiet. She wasn't the victim who had hidden in the closet. She was the woman who had already decimated their enemies' bank accounts.
She laid the documents on the table. "If you want blood, you’ll get a war that drains your resources and brings the feds to your doorstep," she told them, her voice cutting through the smoke like a blade. "But if you want to win, we bleed them dry without them ever knowing who held the knife. I’ve already flagged their shipping lanes. I’ve already frozen their primary assets. The war is over; you just haven't looked at the ledger yet."
The elders stared at the files, stunned. Enzo smiled, looking at his wife with pride. She wasn't just his queen; she was their greatest weapon. They had come here to demand a war of steel and fire, and instead, they had been presented with a masterpiece of financial ruin. They realized then that Harper wasn't the weak link in their armor—she was the diamond-hard core that held it all together.
