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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The next day, I wake up feeling the weight of the previous evening's tension pressing down on me like a lead blanket.
I take a deep breath and push myself out of bed, my body heavy with exhaustion. I shuffle into the bathroom, the cold tiles beneath my feet sending a shiver up my spine.
The shower is scalding hot, the steam enveloping me in a comforting haze as I try to wash away the stress.
After drying off, I pull on a pair of dark joggers and a simple blouse, opting for comfort over style.
My hair, still damp, hangs loosely around my shoulders. I glance at my reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under my eyes, the faint lines of worry etched into my forehead.
With a sigh, I head downstairs, ready to face another day. The kitchen is filled with the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of soft laughter.
As I approach, I see Eleanor and Lucien sitting at the breakfast bar, sharing an intimate moment over a cup of coffee.
Eleanor is perched on the stool closest to him, her body angled towards him, her hand resting on his arm.
She's dressed in a form-fitting dress that accentuates her curves, her hair perfectly styled.
She looks up as I enter, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Good morning, Serafina," she says, her tone dripping with false sweetness. "Did you sleep well?"
"Good morning," I reply evenly, my voice betraying none of the frustration I feel.
"Come eat, we have leftovers from yesterday night.", Lucien said as he bought two plates to the table.
I force a smile, feeling my blood boil. "That sounds lovely," I say, though my voice is strained.
I ate the breakfast, the sandwiches tasting like sand because of Eleanor and her witchy act.
Later, I grabbed a cup of coffee and retreat to my workspace, trying to focus on the plans Vincenzo and I are crafting to retaliate against the Russians.
Viktor Petrov, 35 male, the master-mind behind the attack on my father's house.
This 29th, we are planning to attack him, but not his family.
We might be criminals but we also have ethics. Children and women shall not be harmed in any way. Even though some people love to use them as a remote to get the guys.
The attack will be in the night. Around 30 guards will be present at the—
"Lucien stop tickling me!", Eleanor exclaimed.
Fuck it. Lets continue.
30 guards means at least 35 people with us. We need back up. No on is 'one man army, Batman' here.
