Rising From Ashes: The Don's Lost Queen

Just past midnight, a commotion downstairs woke me. I walked to the top of the stairs and looked down through the railing.

Tess was standing by the sofa, crying loudly. "Did I mess up the operation? The Capos are going to hate me."

Dante stood a few feet away, his posture relaxed. "I’ll explain it to my wife later. It wasn't your fault." He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Don’t blame yourself."

I had seen enough and began to walk down. Before I reached the last step, Tess suddenly threw her arms around Dante’s neck, pressing herself against his chest.

I stopped at the bottom of the stairs, watching them. Dante’s hands hovered over her back, hesitating for a moment.

I said nothing, walking straight past them into the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

When Dante’s eyes met mine, his expression shifted from surprise to panic. He pushed Tess away, stepping back to create distance.

Tess flustered, wiping her face. "I was just... overwhelmed by the Don’s kindness."

I ignored her, filled my glass, and took a slow sip. Then I turned, leaning against the counter with a faint smile.

"It doesn't matter. No explanation needed." My gaze shifted to Dante. "Please keep it down. I’m trying to sleep."

Tess looked at Dante, waiting for him to defend her or scold me.

Dante didn't look at her. He only stared at my face. "Go home, Tess."

A few minutes after the front door closed, Dante walked into the bedroom. He looked more exhausted than I had ever seen him, dark circles heavy under his eyes.

"Something is wrong between us," his voice was laced with panic. "We need to talk."