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 morning sun filtered through the glass walls of the university's library, casting a warm, golden hue across the tables and bookshelves.
I sat at one of the farthest tables, my laptop open in front of me, but my attention was far from the assignment I was supposed to be working on.
The campus buzzed with the usual weekday energy—students rushing to classes, the occasional laughter echoing in the hallways, the hum of conversation in the study areas—but I was focused on a different kind of buzz, one that came from the small earpiece connected to my phone.
On the screen, a live feed from the CCTV cameras I'd installed in the house played out.
Eleanor—no, Ekaterina—moved around the kitchen, her movements as graceful and deliberate as ever.
Then I saw her.
Eleanor was in Lucien's study, her back to the camera as she rifled through his desk drawers with a kind of intensity that sent alarm bells ringing in my head.
She was searching for something, her movements too deliberate to be innocent.
The study was Lucien's private domain, a place she had no reason to be unless she was up to something.
I zoomed in, watching closely as she pulled out a folder and flipped through the contents.
Her fingers moved quickly, scanning each page before pulling out several documents.
She held them up to her phone, capturing images of what was clearly sensitive information.
My stomach twisted in anger and disbelief.
This was beyond suspicion; this was a blatant act of betrayal. Eleanor—Ekaterina—had been playing her role perfectly, but now the mask was slipping.
She wasn't just gathering intel; she was actively sabotaging us, feeding critical information to the Russians.
I watched in silence as she quickly returned the documents to the folder and slid it back into the drawer.
She glanced around the room, her eyes darting suspiciously as if she could sense she was being watched.
But she didn't know about the cameras.
She didn't know I had been one step ahead of her all along.
The evidence was clear.
There was no more time for subtlety, no more games. Lucien needed to know the truth, and he needed to know it now.
Eleanor wouldn't make the first mistake—I had to force her hand, push her until she had no choice but to act. And when she did, I'd be ready.
The library was a familiar sanctuary, a place where I could lose myself in the normalcy of academic life, if only for a little while.
