chapter one hundred and five

Chase's POV:

I stormed into Daven's apartment, frustration evident on my face. "Can you believe this, Daven? Heaven, of all people, is now the freaking leader of the Mafia. This is a joke, right?"

Daven chuckled, pouring himself a drink. "Well, Chase, looks like your arch-nemesis just upped her game. Who would've thought she'd take the throne?"

I scoffed, pacing the room. "This is a disaster. I can't stand her, and now she has control over everything. I need a way to undo this mess."

Daven raised an eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. "Oh, come on, Chase. Admit it, you're just upset because she outplayed you. Plus, she's your 'queen' now, right?"

I shot him a glare. "Don't even joke about that. This is serious. I won't let her ruin everything I've worked for."

Daven leaned back, a sly grin on his face. "You know, Chase, maybe you should consider a truce. It could benefit both sides."

I scoffed again, vehemently opposed to the idea. "A truce with Heaven? Never. I'd rather burn this whole M