weakness of queens - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

The shift in power wasn't just noticeable-it was undeniable.
In less than a week, Blackwood University was no longer under Minho's influence. The hierarchy had changed, the whispers had grown louder, and the students had a new reality to accept: the Mafia Queens weren't just a myth, and their reach extended further than anyone had imagined.
But power was a dangerous thing. It attracted challengers, traitors, and enemies who lurked in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
That moment was coming.
And I was ready.
Lisa had taken to this world faster than I expected. She had always been confident, but now, she had a presence that made people step back when she walked past. She had mastered the art of manipulation, her words carefully chosen, her actions precise.
I had been watching her closely.
"Impressive," Rosé murmured, standing beside me on the balcony of our penthouse, looking down at the streets below.
I smirked. "She has potential."
"She's dangerous," Irene corrected, sipping her wine. "And that's exactly why we need to make sure she stays on our side."
I glanced back at Lisa, who was sitting in the lounge, laughing with Jisoo and Seulgi. They had bonded quickly, but bonds could be broken.
Trust was a luxury in our world.
Rosé sighed. "You think they'll ever turn against us?"
I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I watched as Lisa leaned back in her chair, exuding the confidence of someone who had tasted power and liked it.
"They'll have a choice to make," I finally said. "And when that time comes, we'll see where their loyalty truly lies."
The next day, the school was unusually quiet. It was a warning.
Minho might have been defeated, but he wasn't gone. I knew better than to believe he'd simply accept his downfall.
People like him didn't disappear. They plotted.
Lisa, Jisoo, and Seulgi walked into the cafeteria like they owned it. It was strange seeing them like this-not as victims, but as threats. The students who once ignored them now greeted them with respect.
Lisa sat across from me, her eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Minho's still here."
I nodded. "I know."
Jisoo crossed her arms. "Then why hasn't he made a move?"
"Because he's waiting," I said simply. "A man like him doesn't attack when his enemy is strongest. He waits for weakness."
Seulgi frowned. "And what if he doesn't wait?"
Rosé chuckled, her voice laced with amusement. "Then he dies faster."
Lisa smirked. "Good. I was getting bored."
I studied her for a moment before speaking. "You like this, don't you?"
Lisa didn't hesitate. "I do."
I leaned forward. "Then let me remind you of something. This isn't a game. The moment you slip, the moment you underestimate someone-you lose."
Lisa met my gaze, unwavering. "I don't plan on losing."
That night, I received a message.
An address. A time. No name.
A challenge.
Irene stood beside me as I stared at the phone. "It's him."
"Obviously," I muttered.
Rosé leaned against the couch, arms crossed. "So? What's the plan?"
I smirked. "We accept the invitation."
Midnight. A deserted warehouse on the outskirts of the city.
I walked in first, Rosé and Irene flanking me. Lisa, Jisoo, and Seulgi followed behind, their steps steady despite the tension thick in the air.
Minho was already there, standing in the center of the warehouse, surrounded by his remaining followers. He looked different-more desperate, more unhinged.
I stopped a few feet away from him, tilting my head. "You should have stayed down."
He laughed, though it was hollow. "And let you take everything from me? No, Jennie. You don't get to win that easily."
Irene sighed. "This is pathetic."
Rosé smirked. "He thinks he still has a chance."
Minho's jaw clenched. "You think you've won? You think this school belongs to you?"
I smiled. "It already does."
Minho pulled out a knife, and I felt Lisa tense beside me.
I didn't move.
Minho lunged.
And then he fell, screaming in pain as Irene's blade sliced through his leg.
I crouched beside him, my voice soft. "That was a mistake."
He gasped, clutching his wound. "You... you think this is over?"
I leaned closer. "It was over the moment you decided to challenge me."
Minho's breath was ragged, his eyes filled with hatred. "Someone will come for you. Someone stronger."
I smirked. "Let them."
Rosé kicked his knife away before turning to Lisa, Jisoo, and Seulgi. "Do you see now? This is what happens when you hesitate."
Lisa nodded slowly, her expression unreadable.
I stood, wiping the blood off my hands. "Let's go."
As we walked away, I glanced at Lisa. She was silent, deep in thought.
Good.
She was starting to understand.
The war wasn't over.
It was just beginning.
The following days were tense. Though Minho was dealt with, I knew that his fall would only bring more eyes onto us. Powerful people hated losing control, and Blackwood University was a battlefield for more than just students.
Lisa had grown sharper, more ruthless in her actions. She no longer hesitated to make moves, and her confidence in manipulation had become terrifyingly effective. Jisoo had grown into a tactician, calculating every move before she made it. Seulgi, once hesitant, now stood firm in her decisions, no longer questioning whether she belonged.
They weren't the same people they were when we met. They were learning quickly.
Too quickly.
One night, as I sat in my penthouse alone, my phone buzzed with a new message.
Unknown Number: You've started something you can't control. Watch your back, Queen.
I stared at the message, my grip tightening around the phone.
The war truly wasn't over.
It was just beginning.