From Trash Heiress To Mafia Queen

Chloe Winters was the failure everyone in Haven City knew. That ended when kidnappers forced her father, three brothers, and her fiancé to choose between her and her illegitimate half-sister, Siena. One by one, they said Siena's name. Lucas Collins, the man she had once given her blood to save, told the kidnappers to do whatever they wanted with her. She screamed and lunged at the wall, but the leader yanked her back by the hair and a slap sent her into darkness.

In the coma, four lost years returned. Human trafficking. The mafia godfather. Life-and-death combat. She was his goddaughter, the sole survivor, the next successor. Her eyes opened and the weakness was gone. Her bound body flipped like a snake, legs sweeping two men into the wall, arms wrapping the leader's neck—a pivot, a crack, and he dropped. The queen of the underworld was back.

She walked out, slapped Lucas across the face, ended their engagement, and demanded back ten percent of Winters shares. At a secluded internet cafe, she contacted Bluebird and learned the godfather had disappeared, Black Snake and Wind Wolf were dead or scattered, and Angie—the girl she loved like a sister—was locked in a black prison, tortured day and night. Her nails dug into her palms. That same night, she returned to the Winters villa and forced a deal: graduate from the Royal Military Academy in three days, and the shares would be returned.

At the academy, she found Wind Wolf hiding as a martial arts master, then walked into a field combat exercise. While others panicked, she slept on a rock, outmaneuvered instructors, snatched a supply crate from a drone, and killed a wolf with her bare hands before roasting it over a fire. General Clark, watching through a monitor, called her a born warrior. She took first place. Three days later, she kicked the director in the chest, graduated on the spot, and slammed her diploma onto the Winters Group conference table. Her father signed the transfer with trembling hands—fifty percent of the company, her mother's legacy, was hers.

She took over the West Side gang in the black market by telling its leader she only played as queen. When the mafia sent the Angel of Death after her, she entered a street race and sent the traitor Carter's car off a cliff in a fireball. At the wreckage, a hand grabbed her from the dark. Ethan. Her mortal enemy, once nearly killed by her. He wanted cooperation. She refused and walked away. Then over a hundred armed men ambushed her on the highway. Bullets poured down. Her magazine ran dry. Ethan appeared from the shadows, firing, and they stood back to back against a shipping container, cutting through the attackers in perfect sync. In the distance, a sniper's scope was already locked onto her from a second-story window. The hunt for her godfather and the real war had only just started.