Blood Phoenix ：My Fiancé Sold Me To My Eighteen Mafia Fathers Chapter 08
Three days later. The Moretti council chamber.
Hundreds of Capos, lieutenants, and inner-circle men packed the hall. Every family in the network. Every man who mattered.
The air was thick. Cold. Loaded.
Papa sat at the head of the hall in his chair, black coat draped over his shoulders. Every inch the Don of the Moretti family.
The seventeen uncles lined either side of him. Every one of them radiating quiet menace.
I walked in wearing a custom deep-red trench coat. The phoenix on my right arm had been re-inked. Fresh. Alive. Wings spread like it was ready to burn the room down.
“I called all of you here for one reason.”
Papa’s voice rolled through the chamber. Low. Heavy. Impossible to ignore.
He rose to his feet. Turned his eyes on me. Pure, naked pride.
“From today forward — Serafina is the sole heir to the Moretti family.”
The hall stirred. Low murmurs. Shifting feet.
The Moretti family sits at the top of the food chain in this country. And in this world, respect is earned in blood, not born in it.
Everyone in this room knew I was Papa’s princess. That wasn’t the question.
The question was — hand over the entire Moretti empire to some twenty-something girl?
A big man with a scar down his jaw took half a step forward. He kept his head bowed. But his voice had an edge to it.
“Don. With all respect — the principessa is precious to us. Of course.”
“But the Moretti name has enemies on every corner of this country. The seat of the Don — it’s not a chair you hand a—”
“Excuse me? You got a problem?”
I cut him off before Papa could open his mouth.
I walked down the steps from the platform. One at a time. Slow. Right up to him.
Every step, the pressure coming off me got heavier. By the time I stopped in front of him, he wasn’t the one looking down anymore.
I locked eyes with him. My voice came out flat. Every word landing like a blade.
“I know some of you don’t buy it. Little girl. Spoiled by eighteen fathers. Riding daddy’s coattails.”
I pulled my sidearm off my hip. Slammed it down on the table beside me. My voice rose.
“So let’s do this right now. Anyone doesn’t buy it — step the fuck up.”
The hall went dead silent.
The seventeen uncles let their killing intent loose all at once. It hit the room like a physical wave. Anyone who breathed the wrong way was going to be scraped off the marble.
But it wasn’t just them stopping the Capos from moving.
It was me.
Three years ago, right before I ran, I walked into a rival’s compound solo. Wiped out their entire operation single-handed.
The blood on my hands is deeper than anyone’s in this room.
Nobody spoke.
Papa let out a low laugh. Reached into his coat. Pulled out a dagger — solid gold, blood-red rubies set into the hilt.
The Vendetta Blade.
The symbol of the Moretti Don. The only blade that’s ever sat in his hand.
He came down the steps himself. Placed it into my palm with both hands.
“You take this blade, you’re the Don. Anyone in this family crosses you — you put them in the ground.”
I closed my fingers around the heavy hilt. Turned. Faced the hundreds of Capos on the floor.
“Since I’m sitting in this chair now — the Moretti rules are mine.”
I raised the Vendetta Blade high. My voice cut through the hall.
“Three new laws. One — no innocents. Two — no women, no children. Three — no broken oaths.”
“Break one, you know how we deal with traitors. Blood in. Blood out.”
The hall erupted in whispers.
Those three laws? They were tearing down decades of how the Moretti family did business. Rules older than half the men in this room.
But Papa was standing behind me. And he laughed — big, warm, proud.
“That’s my girl. That’s the girl I raised.”
With the Don backing me, no one dared push back.
Hundreds of Capos dropped to one knee at the same time. The sound of it shook the chamber.
“Yes, Donna Moretti!”
That evening, I stood alone at the edge of the cliff behind the estate. The highest point on the property.
The sun was going down. Blood-red. Turning the whole valley gold and crimson.
The wind pulled at the hem of my coat. I looked out over the empire eighteen men built for me. And I let out a long, slow breath.
The world out there? All the pretty lights? All the soft-spoken men?
Poison. Every last drop of it. Dressed up sweet.
I brushed my fingers over the phoenix on my arm. Whispered it to myself.
“I’m home.”