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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Morning sunlight filtered through the heavy drapes, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred, feeling the warmth of Eleanor's body nestled against mine.
Her steady breathing was a comforting rhythm, a reminder of the peace I found in these quiet moments. Waking up next to her every day was a gift, a brief respite from the chaos of our lives.
I carefully extricated myself from her embrace, not wanting to disturb her.
Eleanor mumbled something in her sleep, a small smile playing on her lips.
I watched her for a moment, my heart swelling with affection.
She had been my anchor through all the turmoil, the one constant in a world of shifting alliances and relentless conflict.
As I dressed, my thoughts drifted to Serafina. Our marriage was one of necessity, a strategic move to unite our families and strengthen our position against our enemies.
But despite the circumstances, there was no denying the connection between us. She was fierce and capable, a warrior who understood the burdens we carried.
She grew up in front of me. Hell, I even raised her in my own way. I taught her everything she needed to know-how to navigate the treacherous waters of our world, how to wield power, how to survive.
I was there for her first kill, her first taste of real blood.
I saw the fire in her eyes then, the same fire that still burns within her.
I couldn't help but remember the times when things were simpler between us.
When she was younger, there was an innocence to our bond, a purity that was untouched by the politics and expectations of our families.
We used to have fun, even amidst the chaos. I'd take her to the shooting range, and she'd surprise me with her precision.
Or we'd sit in the study late at night, talking about anything and everything, just enjoying each other's company.
She understood me in ways no one else did, even though she was so much younger. I could talk to her about things I couldn't share with anyone else-not even Eleanor.
She had a way of seeing through the masks we all wore, of cutting through the bullshit and getting to the heart of things.
I valued that about her, respected it. But now, everything feels different.
This marriage has changed something between us, something I can't quite put my finger on.
There's an awkwardness that wasn't there before, a tension that lingers in the air whenever we're together.
