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 sped down the darkened streets, the city blurring into a mosaic of shadow and light.
The hum of the engine failed to drowned out everything else.
Serafina's cold, distant gaze, the hollow feeling in my chest, the growing weight of everything I'd done, everything I hadn't done.
Tonight was about business, not her.
Not the mess I'd made of my marriage, or the tangled web of lies I'd spun to keep it all afloat.
Tonight wasn't about how hard I have fucked up with Serafina, the girl I promised to keep safe.
I clenched the steering wheel tighter, jaw locked.
Tonight was about the deal—moving our product, keeping the money flowing, making sure the alliance stayed on top.
But thoughts of Serafina lingered at the backends of my mind.
The way she'd stared out of that plane window, as if I didn't exist. Like I wasn't even there.
I know I have fucked up big time. I got blinded by my duties, forgot that I have another woman in my life I love, and tried to do the deed with Serafina.
I tried to get her pregnant, godammit.
In that moment, I was no better than the Allesandro I killed to save her.
The silence between us had been suffocating, filled with everything we couldn't say, everything we'd let rot between us.
I wasn't sure how much longer I could pretend like it wasn't breaking me. Like I wasn't tearing apart inside.
The car jerked as I swerved into an alleyway, pulling up in front of the warehouse.
Thoughts of Serafina and the circus my life has become took a temporary pause.
Two men stood outside the door, their hands resting on their holsters as I parked and stepped out.
My breath fogged in the chilly air, but the sharp bite of the cold felt good.
It grounded me.
Reminded me that this? This was what I knew how to do.
Deals, negotiations, threats, violence—it was simple. Clear.
Unlike everything else in my life.
One of the men, Bruno, nodded as I approached. "They're inside. Mexicans showed up earlier than expected."
Mexicans. Of course.
Ever since Dimitri Morozov decided to make his power move, they'd been encroaching on our territory more aggressively.
And now, with Serafina's attention divided, it was getting harder to keep things in check. Not that I blamed her.
She has been dealing with the damage caused by the Russian, and reverting back.
