The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen

The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen

Gavin

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I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé's club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."

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: Blake Shaw, Connor Bishop and Jaden Juarez

Chapter 1

I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé's club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.

I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.

The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.

Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.

The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.

I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.

Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.

He chose to sacrifice me to save face.

"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."

He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.

He thought he was showing strength.

He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.

I didn't cry. I didn't beg.

I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.

Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared.

"Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers."

"And send the wolves."

Chapter 1

Blake POV

The second the text from my fiancé vibrated against my hip, carrying the order to "keep the peace," I knew the year I had spent scrubbing floors to prove my loyalty was about to end in blood.

Because the woman storming past security wasn't just a difficult customer.

She was the mistake that was going to cost Connor Bishop his empire.

I tugged at the cheap, scratchy polyester apron cutting into my waist.

It stood in stark contrast to the silk and Italian leather I was raised in.

I was Blake Shaw.

Daughter of David Shaw.

The Capo dei Capi.

The man who made grown killers tremble in their sleep.

But here, within the dim, smoky walls of The Velvet Lounge, I was just Blake the runner.

A nobody.

A ghost in the machine of the Bishop Crime Family.

I had agreed to this charade.

It was a pact Connor and I had made.

Before I wore his ring publicly, before our families merged the East Coast territories in a marriage of iron and blood, I wanted to see the operation from the ground up.

I needed to know the man I was marrying was a King, not a puppet.

I looked up as the double doors swung open.

Jaden Juarez didn't just walk in; she invaded.

She was wearing a neon pink dress that screamed "new money" and dragged a mink coat across the floor behind her like roadkill.

She bypassed the velvet rope and the line of paying customers.

She shoved a bouncer who could have snapped her neck with two fingers.

And he let her.

That was the first crack in the foundation.

A civilian touching a soldier without consequence.

Connor Bishop was supposed to be the new face of the Cosa Nostra.

Ruthless.

Modern.

Honorable.

But looking at Jaden, I saw only weakness.

She marched to the bar, her eyes scanning the room with the hunger of a starving dog given a bone.

"You," she barked, pointing a manicured talon at the head bartender. "Espresso Martini. Now. And don't use the well vodka. I know what you keep back there."

The bartender froze.

He flicked his gaze to Mark, the floor manager.

Mark was a Capo.

A made man.

By rights, he should have backhanded her for the tone alone.

Instead, Mark rushed over, his spine bending so fast I thought it might snap.

"Miss Juarez," Mark said, his voice dripping with a pathetic desperation that made my skin crawl. "Right away. Please, take the VIP booth."

My stomach turned.

This wasn't respect.

This was fear.

Jaden turned, her gaze landing on me.

I was wiping down a high-top table, keeping my head down, adhering to the code.

Omertà.

Silence.

"Hey, you," she called out.

I didn't move at first.

"I'm talking to you, waitress," she snapped.

I slowly lifted my head.

Her eyes narrowed.

She didn't know me.

She had no idea that the floor she was scuffing with her heels was technically part of my dowry.

"I need you to run to my car," she said, tossing a set of keys onto the sticky table I had just cleaned. "I forgot my cigarettes."

I stared at the keys.

Then I looked at Mark.

He was sweating.

He gave me a pleading look, a silent prayer to just go along with it.

"I'm not a valet," I said, my voice calm.

The room went quiet.

Jaden's mouth fell open, painted a garish red.

"Excuse me?" she laughed, a shrill sound that grated against my nerves like sandpaper. "Do you know who I am?"

"I know you're interrupting the flow of service," I replied.

Mark lunged forward, grabbing my arm.

His grip was tight.

Too tight.

"Blake," he hissed in my ear. "Do it. Now."

"She's a civilian, Mark," I whispered back, my voice hard as flint. "Why are you bowing to her?"

"She's not just a civilian," Mark said, his face pale. "She saved the Don's sister. She has the blood debt. You touch her, you disrespect Connor. Now go."

The blood debt.

A life for a life.

It was a sacred bond in our world.

But Connor was letting her abuse it.

He was letting a past favor justify present disrespect.

I looked at Jaden.

She was smirking, enjoying the power she hadn't earned.

I snatched the keys off the table.

Not because I was afraid.

But because I needed to see how far Connor would let this go.

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

I walked out the door, the cold night air hitting my face.

I pulled out my phone.

I texted Connor.

Your guest is here. She's testing the fence.

His reply came three seconds later.

She's family, Blake. Handle it. Don't make a scene.

I stared at the screen.

He didn't ask if I was okay.

He didn't ask what she did.

He just told me to submit.

I gripped the phone until my knuckles turned white.

The man I thought was a King was nothing but a boy playing dress-up.

And I was about to burn his costume to the ground.

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