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Sinscared Series #1
A forbidden love.
A betrayal lurking in the shadows.
And a world built on blood, deception, and vengeance.
Serafina Moretti, the fierce underboss of the Italian mafia, has never let love...
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The adrenaline from the afternoon was beginning to wear off as I pulled into the underground parking garage of my penthouse.
The events of the night replayed in my mind-Allesandro's sneer, the sharp retorts, the gunshot that silenced him forever.
My hands tightened on the steering wheel before I forced myself to relax, taking a deep breath.
I needed to talk to Eleanor.
The elevator ride up felt interminably slow. When the doors finally opened, I stepped out into the quiet, dimly lit hallway.
Unlocking the door to my penthouse, I was greeted by the faint aroma of sage-Eleanor's favorite scent.
She was already home. I found her curled up on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, eyes widening as she saw me.
"Lucien, what happened?" she asked, standing up and crossing the room to meet me. She placed a hand on my arm, searching my face for answers.
"I killed someone I wasn't supposed to," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
I pulled her into a hug, feeling her warmth against me.
"Let's sit."
We settled on the couch, and I took a deep breath.
"Eleanor, I killed an Italian today."
Her eyes widened in shock. "What? Why?"
"He was going to marry Serafina. He was a monster, Eleanor. I couldn't let that happen."
I ran a hand through my hair, trying to find the right words.
"It was either him or Serafina's future."
Eleanor's face softened, and she reached out, cupping my cheek. "What you wanted to do , has been done."
I nodded, feeling a weight lift slightly.
"I don't regret it. But there will be consequences. Big fat Italian men will be sitting on the table tomorrow, ready to declare a war. There's going to be fallout from this. At least half of their total men saw me killing him, at the brunch"
She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine in a tender kiss. "We'll face it together, Lucien. Whatever happens, we'll get through it."
The kiss deepened, and for a moment, the tension of the morning faded away. We moved to the bedroom, shedding our clothes as we went, needing to feel the closeness, the connection.
We made love slowly, savoring each touch, each kiss. In those moments, everything else disappeared.
Afterwards, we lay tangled in the sheets, Eleanor resting her head on my chest.
The silence between us was comfortable, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind.
"I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow," I admitted, staring up at the ceiling.
