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 beat pulsed through my body like another heartbeat, thumping louder with every shot I swallowed. I hadn't felt this way in years-maybe ever.
Free. Free. Freeee. F. R. E. E.
My head was spinning, the lights flickering as I swayed, my feet unsteady but alive with energy.
A bubble of soft laughter rose out of my chest as Zoe took my arm and hauled me into another picture with the girls. "Smile!" she cheered, holding her phone up.
I flung my arms around her and grinned very widely.
The camera flashed, and I giggled, swaying more than I should.
I was carefree, unburdened.
As far as Serafina Moretti could be from the woman who clasped power and wielded it as a right to do so.
Here, nobody knew nobody cared about the weight borne, about the responsibilities, about the blood on my hands.
That is, I was just. Someone. A random twenty-something in Santorini drinking, laughing, and dancing with not one care in the world.
Zoe pushed another shot in front of me and I blinked at it, tipsy but confused.
"You gonna take that or stare at it?" she teased, nudging me. "Come on, Sera. Live a little!"
"Live a little?" I whispered to myself and then downed the shot like it was water, the burn hitting my throat, but I didn't care. I had never lived like this-had never let myself.
And as I danced in the crowd, surrounded by the hot feeling of people's bodies, someone bumped into me, and I laughed again, making a spin and landing on someone's chest. "Oops! Sorry!"
"It's all right," he murmured in a low, smooth voice.
I blinked up at him through bleary eyes, drunk enough to vaguely notice the sharp cut of his jaw and the gray eyes watching me with a mix of amusement and something else.
I smiled politely, wondering if he wanted friendly or wanted more. "I'm Serafina," I said to him, barely out of habit at this point.
He nodded, his smile spreading by just a little bit more. "Kyle. Nice to meet you."
Before I had much of a chance to utter my words, Zoe pulled back my hand toward the bar.
"C'mon! We're doing another round!"
Scarcely had time to wave at Kyle before we were hemmed in by more drinks and more cheers.
Every gone second was freeing me, and the alcohol was fuzzying out my boundaries to let everything shine brighter and softer.
"You're cutting loose quite a bit tonight," Zoe said clinking her glass against mine. "I have never seen anybody so free".
."Free," I said, saying out loud again the word and letting it flip and roll around in my head. "Yeah. Feels good".
