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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I watched her from the corner of my eye.
Serafina, sitting right there, not moving, not speaking, like I didn't exist.
The hum of the plane's engine filled the silence between us, but it didn't drown out the thoughts hammering in my head.
Fuck.
How did we end up like this?
She wasn't crying, wasn't angry. She wasn't anything.
Just blank, as if the Serafina I knew had vanished into thin air.
And that thought—it was more terrifying than I could admit.
Last night, I'd felt her hands on me.
That small, familiar touch, filled with heat and memories, had branded my skin like fire.
It should have pulled me in. It should have made me want her.
But something was off, and she sensed it before I did.
I was ready to do my duty, to give her what she needed from me—what everyone expected me to give her. My wife. My responsibility. And yet, she stopped me.
She fucking stopped me.
I hadn't seen it coming. In my mind, this was another duty to fulfill, another obligation. But when she pulled back, when she looked at me with those goddamn eyes, and told me I didn't have to do it...
I clenched my fists, eyes narrowing at the clouds beyond the plane's window, like they held the answers to all this chaos.
Obligation. Duty. Legacy.
That's what this had been about from the start, hadn't it?
Nonna's expectations. The family's expectations. The eyes of the entire fucking mafia on us, waiting to see if I could live up to the Beauchene name.
I thought I could handle it. I thought I could make it work. But the truth is, I never chose her. Not really. I chose this life. The name. The goddamn weight of it all.
And Serafina?
She deserved better.
But I didn't walk away, did I? No. I let her carry the burden with me.
I let her take it on without ever giving her a reason to stay. Without ever choosing her over all the rest of it.
Still, she stayed.
And last night, she offered me a way out.
A fucking way out.
She said she'd lie to them, tell them she couldn't have kids, make it easy for me to escape this trap.
