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 wind was biting as I stood at the edge of the warehouse, staring out into the darkness.
It was 4 am. in the morning, and it was 3°C outside, bone chilling, and yet somehow did nothing to cool down my boiling blood.
My body felt like it was being held together by frayed threads—tension coiling in my muscles, rage simmering under my skin.
I could still feel Lucien's absence beside me, a sharp reminder of everything that had gone wrong.
But right now, none of that mattered.
There was something more pressing.
More immediate.
The Russians were testing us.
Again.
The audacity of it filled me with a cold, familiar anger.
How many times had I warned them?
How many times had we made it clear that our territory was off-limits?
My hand flexed around the knife at my side, the blade cool against my skin.
This wasn't just business anymore. This was personal.
"Are you going to keep standing there, or are you going to do something about it?" Luca's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, and I turned to find him leaning against the wall, arms crossed, watching me with that easy, knowing smile of his.
Luca. Always so steady, so sure of himself, even when everything around us was chaos.
He'd been with me through thick and thin, and somehow, he still found a way to make it seem like none of this shit touched him.
But tonight, there was something different in his gaze.
A quiet understanding that made my chest ache.
"I'm thinking," I muttered, though I knew that was a lie.
Thinking wasn't what I needed. It was action. Violence.
Luca pushed off the wall and walked over to me, his presence calm, solid.
The kind of presence that had saved me more times than I could count.
He didn't have to say anything.
His silence was comforting, a reminder that I wasn't alone in this.
Even if everything felt like it was crumbling.
"What's the plan?" he asked quietly, standing close enough that his shoulder brushed mine.
I glanced at him, at the way his eyes held mine without flinching.
He was always the one who looked out for me, who saw beyond the fury and the blood to the person I barely recognized anymore.
