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113. The Ear
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Becoming The Mafia Queen 115. The Funeral
SOFIAThe funeral had no business being as quiet as it was. The estate grounds felt suffocated by silence, except for the low drone of the priest's voice and the occasional cough or sniff from someone in black. The two coffins laid side by side, with Ariana's on the right and Melissa's on the left. I could barely stand to look at them, because my mind kept replaying their faces, alive and laughing, and every second of remembering tore at me like glass.Adrian stood just behind me, his hand resting at the small of my back. I knew he was there, steady and solid, but it didn't comfort me. If anything, it made my chest feel tighter, because he was strong enough to keep standing when I was seconds away from breaking.When the coffins began to lower, the scrape of rope against wood made my teeth clench. That sound lodged itself in my bones. Adrian's hand pressed a little firmer against my back, like he was silently telling me not to fall apart here. I hated how fucking badly I wanted to lea
Becoming The Mafia Queen 114. The Killer
SOFIAThe room smelled faintly of antiseptic and cigarette smoke, like a chaotic mix that didn't belong anywhere but somehow made sense in a mafia doctor's hands. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Adrian while the man leaned over Rafe's body on the bed, his hands moving with practiced calm while checking the bruises across Rafe's ribs and pressing down gently against his chest as he shined a small light into his eyes. I hated how fragile he looked laid out like that, the rise and fall of his breathing too slow for someone who usually carried nothing but restless energy.Adrian broke the silence first, saying, "Why did you go in blindly like that, babe?" His eyes didn't leave Rafe, but I could feel the weight of the question pressing against me, as heavy as the walls closing in."Because I didn't want you to worry about me," I said quietly, my arms crossing over my chest without me meaning to, because I knew how weak that sounded but it was the only answer that came close to the truth.
Becoming The Mafia Queen 113. The Ear
SOFIAAdrian didn't even hesitate as he charged straight at Marco with the shotgun aimed directly at his chest, and for a moment all I could see was the blur of them colliding in the smoke and noise of the room. But my body had already moved on instinct, rushing toward the bag I had dropped by the door. This was my opportunity, and I wasn’t just going to sit down and be saved like a damsel in distress. I wanted to hurt someone badly, and I wasn’t going to stop now. My fingers brushed over the cold steel of the pistol first, but I left it there, my hand closing around the leather sheath of the katana instead. Because if tonight was going to end in blood then it was going to end in my own way.The sound of the blade sliding free was sharp, clean, and almost comforting as I didn't even pause before I swung at the first man stupid enough to rush me, the cut splitting his jacket and his shoulder wide open and his scream swallowed up by the chaos. Another one came from the left and I ducke
Becoming The Mafia Queen 112. The Trap
SOFIAI stood at the bottom of the stairwell outside 401 Oakville Street with the duffel bag feeling heavy in my hand. My gut was screaming at me that this wasn't right, but I forced my feet to climb anyway to apartment 20. The hallway smelled faintly of bleach, and it seemed too clean, like someone had scrubbed away the dirt recently. I stopped at the door and adjusted my grip on the bag. If this was nothing to worry about, and it was just a simple conversation with Grey, then I would look stupid walking in there with all these weapons. And yeah, there was also the small issue of him being a cop, and he could definitely arrest me for illegal possession of firearms. So I dropped the bag beside the door. The hallway was empty, so no one was going to come along and grab them, right?But just to be safe, I pulled the pistol from the bag and slid it into the back of my belt, then I straightened up and knocked twice. But there was no answer, and no sign of movement even though it was exac
Becoming The Mafia Queen 111. The Calm Before The Storm
SOFIAI woke up to the sound of low voices and the bitter taste of grief at the back of my throat. The balcony doors were open to a bright blue morning, with the sunlight spilling across the terrace and catching in the dust. Adrian was nowhere to be found. I sat up immediately and checked whether his phone was still on the nightshade, but it was gone. Maybe he was just downstairs for breakfast. I was about to grab my phone and call him when I peeped through the balcony and saw him in the balcony of the next room, sitting with Matteo Rossi. Their shoulders were hunched close, and their heads were bent together as they talked calmly to each other. Matteo was waving his arms about as he talked, while Adrian had his eyes fixed on the table between them and he wasn’t saying anything. Even from here, I could see the lines around his eyes, and the way his hands clenched and unclenched on the rail.For a while, I just stood there and watched them. I let the image of Adrian looking so vulner
Becoming The Mafia Queen 110. The Sorrow of Grief
SOFIAI sat quietly in my seat, with Elena pressed up against me as the hum of the jet's engines echoed through the cabin. She hadn't said a single word since we boarded, and honestly I didn't blame her. What could she even say? Nothing could soften the blow we'd all just been dealt.Across from us, Adrian sat with his face blank, and Jakob leaning toward him in an attempt to speak about funeral arrangements. I only caught pieces of the conversation (something about caskets, service, and burial timing) but Adrian wasn't listening to a single word he said. He just nodded here and there, his eyes unfocused and his hands restless in his lap.Jakob kept talking however, until Adrian decided that he couldn’t sit there and listen to him anymore. He finally shifted in his seat and stood up abruptly, then he muttered something I couldn't hear. He brushed past Jakob and disappeared toward the back of the plane, with his shoulders sagging and her eyes fixed on the floor. Elena glanced over at
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