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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Betrayal is a bitch and so is Eleanor.
Well, she can be innocent and this must've been a diversion. But my 6th, 7th and 8th sense says otherwise.
I am in the hall, its a typical Tuesday night, Eleanor and Lu now are in my sight, and I am listening about their date like I want to.
She just won't shut up.
When the phone rang, it cut through the oppressive noise like a knife.
I glanced at the screen, not recognizing the number, whatever that takes my away from her rant works for me.
I excused myself and went to my room.
I hesitated for a brief moment, then picked up the call.
"Who is this?"
A pause, just long enough to make my tension spike. Then a voice, low and firm, crackled through the line. "We've never met, but I know who you are. We share a similar goal, Serafina."
"Is that so?" I leaned back in her chair, forcing myself to sound disinterested.
I had learned long ago that showing too much curiosity could be a weakness.
"What goal would that be?"
"Revenge."
The word hung heavy in the air, thick with intent.
My grip tightened around the phone.
There was a weight to the woman's voice, a strength that immediately commanded attention. This wasn't someone looking for handouts or protection.
This was a warrior—one who had been through the same fire that I had walked through.
"And who are you, exactly? Why should I care?" I kept my tone cold, but there was a thread of genuine interest now, simmering just below the surface.
"Serafina," the voice said on the other end, low and measured, but with a steely edge that immediately commanded attention. "It's Ophelia."
The name hit me like a bolt of lightning.
Luca had mentioned her only in passing, never giving away much, but the tone he used when speaking her name had always hinted at something more.
She is a executor under Michele, known for her skill and her ruthlessness, a woman who could hold her own in a world dominated by men.
But beyond that, she had always been a mystery.
"Ophelia," I echoed, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want?"
"You're right to suspect, there's a mole in your house. But you need to be wary, Serafina. The traitor is exactly who you think it is."
Her words sent a chill down my spine, and I tightened my grip on the phone. "Who is it?" I asked, my mind racing with possibilities.
