All Chapters of FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

SIERRAAlessandro pulled me by my nape and dipped me in a lavish kiss. It was a soul-wrenching meddling of our mouths, full of passion and sweetness, that made my heart ache. I lowered my hands beneath his shirt to feel his skin and the hardness of the muscles. The clean scent of his skin was an aphrodisiac and intoxicant at once, spurring my desire for him until I felt like I was about to lose my mind.I moaned when he plumped my one breast in his hand. I cried out in the scorching heat as my core tightened with every soft flick of his fingers. My hands were greedy as they slid over his skin, stroking and kneading, searching for the spots that made him growl and moan. I climbed on his lap and pulled him even more to deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth in the same way he did. I thought he could really make me come with just a kiss if we stayed at it long enough. This was the man I had given my soul to. I didn't need my memory to tell me that. My heart was screaming it with ever

ALESSANDROI couldn’t focus. The ledgers on my desk were just blurred lines of ink, and the report on our shipping territories might as well have been written in a dead language. My mind was stuck in a loop, replaying the look in Sierra’s eyes from last night.​’Did I really love you, Alessandro?’​The question had cut deeper than any blade my enemies had ever swung at me. I hadn't answered her. How could I? I knew I loved her, a bone-deep, obsessive devotion that had turned a cold-blooded killer into a man who stayed awake just to watch her breathe. But did she love me? Or did she just love the safety I provided? Or worse, did she love the man she thought I was before she realized how much blood was on my hands?The argument in the mall in Germany flashed in my mind again. Damn… was she really tired of me?​I growled, slamming my fist onto the desk. I had to focus. Logan was still out there, hiding in the shadows of the city he had tried to burn down around us. I wanted him to rot

SIERRAThe sun had long gone below the horizon, and the golden warmth of the mansion had turned into a series of long, flickering shadows. My anxiety was pacing alongside me. Alessandro had promised the doctor would be here today, but the clock had ticked past six, then seven, and now the moon was high.​I needed to know. I couldn't breathe properly until I knew if the life he claimed was inside me was a reality or just another thread in the web he was spinning.He's not on the first floor, which was searched the whole afternoon because of how vast it was. I ran upstairs and searched every room. He's not in his bedroom or library, and my last stop is his office.I swung the door open only to reveal a silent room of leather and maps and his scent lingering around.He was here. But not anymore.He's a big man, but so hard to find.I was about to turn back, frustration bubbling in my throat, when I heard a mechanical hum.​I froze at the doorway.In the center of the office, the rug ha

SIERRAThe air grew colder with every step as I headed down with Alessandro. Every time I glanced back, he was there, his silhouette tall and imposing on the narrow stairs. ​His eyes were fixed on me, dark with a protective fury he was clearly struggling to contain. I saw his hand twitch toward me, wanting to reach out and steady me as I stumbled on a slick step, but he held back. He was honoring my request, even if it was killing him.​When we reached the bottom, he gestured toward a steel door at the end of the corridor."I’ll be right here," he said, almost a gravelly warning. "One scream, Sierra. Just one, and I’m coming through that door."​I nodded, as my throat was too tight to speak. I felt a desperate urge to turn back and bury my face in his chest, to let him carry me back upstairs and hide me from the truth. But I couldn't live in a cage of amnesia anymore.​I took a deep breath and stepped toward the door. I could feel Alessandro watching my back intently. I stopped at t

ALESSANDROI watched Sierra take a step back while holding the mug with both hands. It breaks my heart seeing her distancing herself from me as if I’m a monster in her eyes. She remained silent and I badly want to know what she's thinking right now.I want to read her mind, but she's becoming good at hiding her true emotions. I wonder if she learned it from me. She looked up at me, but all I saw in her eyes was the dim light reflection.“Tell me about my family,” she softly said.I leaned my hip against the counter, closing the distance between us until our knees brushed."Your parents are in New York, but I don't know much about them."“We're married, but you don't know much about my parents?”I reached the tip of her hair and my fingers played with it. “Our union was because of your parents' debt, cara mia. You’re the payment,” I whispered.The look in her eyes finally cracked, causing me to stop playing with her hair. My pulse thrummed at the fury in her eyes.I licked my lower lip