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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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As the private jet lifted off the runway, I leaned back in the plush leather seat, forcing a smirk I didn't feel.
I could sense Serafina beside me, her body tense despite the relaxed, affectionate act we were supposed to be putting on.
This entire charade felt like one bad joke after another.
The flight attendants had already seen us kiss when we boarded.
A quick, heated press of lips meant to look intimate and passionate. It was convincing enough—I was good at playing the part.
But inside, every inch of me recoiled at the sheer absurdity of it all.
Pretending we were some kind of inseparable lovers when the truth was far more twisted and messy.
Nonna's instructions were clear.
We had to make it look real.
So here we were, pretending we couldn't keep our hands off each other for the sake of a woman who thought sending us to an island would solve everything.
I sighed quietly, catching Serafina's eye. She gave me a quick, knowing glance, and for a moment, something passed between us.
A shared understanding, maybe, or just a grim acceptance of the situation we were trapped in. Whatever it was, we both knew there was no escaping this.
I shifted slightly in my seat, sliding my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.
She didn't resist, but I could feel the stiffness in her posture, the way her body was still guarded, despite how comfortable we were supposed to appear.
God, this was ridiculous.
I leaned in, pressing my lips to her ear, knowing we were being watched. I felt her exhale softly, playing along.
We had to act like this was natural, like we were so wrapped up in each other that nothing else mattered. But the truth was, everything mattered.
I ran my fingers through her hair, a show of tenderness. She glanced at me, her expression unreadable, though I could sense the tension just beneath the surface. We were both playing a game neither of us wanted to, but we didn't have a choice. Not here. Not now.
"This is too much," Serafina whispered under her breath, her voice laced with dry amusement.
I smirked, brushing my thumb over her cheek in an overly affectionate gesture for the benefit of the crew. "Not as much as you think."
Her eyes flickered with something—maybe understanding, maybe frustration. Probably both. Serafina was good at hiding her feelings, always had been.
But there were cracks in her armor. I could see them now more than ever.
