The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15 I Will Take The

Throne

An eerie sensation crept over the men, freezing them in place even before Maren finished speaking.

Moments passed, and they fell, desperately reaching towards Maren, their eyes wide with regret as life drained from their

bodies.

A cruel smile lingered on Maren’s lips as she watched them collapse.

Mercy was God’s territory, and she merely arranged the meeting.

The violence subsided as swiftly as it had erupted.

Meanwhile, the Onyx members observed the carnage from a cautious distance. Even seasoned gangsters shuddered

uncontrollably at the ruthless display.

Their leader’s expression shifted from astonishment to barely concealed dread.

Had both gangs clashed openly, it would’ve been a messy stalemate at best–explaining the lengthy standoff.

But Maren was a force unlike anything they’d witnessed. Her ability to execute was disturbingly effortless.

Without much as a single unnecessary word, she effortlessly slaughtered dozens, coldly ignoring pleas for mercy. Her

silence amplified the horror.

Clearly, this was no amateur.

Bystanders from the black market looked at Maren fearfully, viewing her as far more dangerous than any gang they’d

encountered.

Ignoring the terrified crowd, Maren resumed her walk, and no one dared intervene.

“Hold on!”

The interruption came from the Onyx leader, finally mustering enough courage to step forward.

“My name is Westley Blake. I’m the east district leader of the Onyx. We’d be honored if you joined our ranks.”

After seeing what Maren had just pulled off, Westley didn’t sound like the same man anymore. His voice shook with

politeness.

He knew bringing someone like Maren into the Onyx would be a great deal. She’d change the game completely.

Yet, to Westley’s astonishment, Maren dismissed the offer outright without even slowing her pace.

“Not interested.”

Nothing personal. She held no grudges against them. They hadn’t provoked her.

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Chapter 15 I Will Take The Throne

Did she care they stood idly by? Hardly. People rarely risked their necks, especially criminals.

In the underworld, there was only one rule that counted–only the strongest survived.

Westley hesitated briefly, but he wasn’t ready to surrender. He quickly closed the gap behind her.

“Listen, Onyx is one of the most powerful gangs in Baimsa. Whatever you desire–power, wealth, respect–we can deliver it.”

Maren’s step faltered.

A spark of hope lit Westley’s face; perhaps he’d finally captured her interest.

He believed nothing she asked for could be beyond his reach.

However, Maren turned around and declared arrogantly, “I don’t join. I take over. If you want me, prepare to surrender

your throne.”

Westley stood dumbfounded. Any remaining confidence evaporated instantly.

The remaining Onyx members stood frozen, mouths astounded in disbelief.

Was this woman completely out of her mind?

Demanding control over their entire gang wasn’t merely bold–it seemed borderline impossible. Forget the gender factor;

could Maren even manage a group this ruthless and vast? What gave her the nerve to assume she could lead them?

Unable to hold his tongue, one member retorted sharply, “Look, lady, Westley gave you a respectful offer. Don’t push your

luck.”

Another sneered mockingly, “Who exactly do you think you are–some sort of mafia queen?”

Both men’s postures shifted aggressively as others began reaching cautiously for their weapons.

Westley’s face burned with humiliation. His genuine offer of alliance had just been publicly rejected, and he felt deeply

insulted.

The air grew thick and charged with hostility.

Spectators immediately withdrew, sensing an imminent clash.

“That’s enough. Is this how the Onyx treats an honored guest now?”

Before violence erupted, a commanding voice sliced through the tension, drawing all eyes toward a distinguished older man

approaching calmly.

Instantly, Westley and his men lowered their weapons and bowed to the newcomer.

“Boss,”

This, apparently, was the actual authority behind the Onyx.

Maren regarded him thoughtfully.

Ignoring his followers, he advanced towards Maren. “So, you’re after my position? Did I hear correctly?”