Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
In the ruthless world of the Italian mafia, loyalty is power, betrayal is death, and love... is a dangerous game.
Serafi...
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It was a quiet night, the kind of night that makes you forget the world of violence and power we live in.
I sat by the window of my room, staring at the moonlit garden, and lost in my thoughts about the future.
The engagement to Lucien was supposed to bring peace between our families, but it felt like my life was slipping through my fingers.
Suddenly, the silence was shattered by a distant, muffled explosion.
My heart raced as I instinctively reached for the Glock I kept in my bedside drawer.
Years of living in this world had honed my senses; I knew danger when I sensed it.
I bolted down the hall, my footsteps echoing on the marble floor, heading towards my father's study where he kept the surveillance monitors.
The house was already in chaos.
Men in black, armed to the teeth, had breached our perimeter.
I saw them through the grainy black and white feed, their shadows creeping closer to the main house.
My father's guards were already engaged, but they were outnumbered.
I activated the silent alarm, alerting the rest of the family and our reinforcements.
The adrenaline was pumping through my veins, but my mind was sharp, focused. There was no room for fear.
"Serafina!" I heard Luca's voice behind me. "We need to get your father to safety." I nodded.
"You go. I'll hold them off here." Luca hesitated but then nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation.
He ran off towards my father's room while I took a deep breath and headed for the front door.
The attackers wouldn't expect a welcoming committee.
I ducked behind a pillar near the entrance, steadying my breath, my Glock ready.
The first of the attackers rounded the corner. A quick squeeze of the trigger, and he dropped, the silencer muffling the shot.
I moved swiftly, taking cover behind furniture, picking off the intruders one by one with precision. Each shot was deliberate, each movement calculated.
A masked man lunged at me from behind a wall, but I was faster.
I grabbed his arm, twisting it until I heard the satisfying snap of bone. He screamed in pain, dropping his weapon, and I finished him with a quick shot to the head.
Another burst of gunfire erupted from the far side of the room.
I rolled to avoid the bullets, firing back instinctively.
One of the attackers fell, clutching his chest. The others hesitated, giving me the opening I needed.
I advanced on them, my movements fluid and deadly.
