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SIERRA

The room was vast and plush, decorated in heavy colors. Sitting slumped on a silk-upholstered armchair, his head buried in his hands, was Dimitri. Seeing him like this, utterly broken and vulnerable, felt like witnessing an earth-shattering moment.

The Montrego never showed its weakness to anyone. They keep it hidden and let it out when they are alone.

My breath hitched and pulled back sharply, horrified that I had intruded on such a private and powerful display of weakness.

​But it was too late.

As I moved, I momentarily lost my balance. I incidentally touched the doorknob, causing the door to creak. Dimitri's head snapped up and his red-rimmed and fierce eyes locked onto the tiny sliver of space at the door.

Panicked and fear shot through me, I spun on my good foot and bolted. ​I completely forgot the danger of my injury.

My first step was a burst of speed, my second was agonizing, and my third resulted in disaster. My weakened ankle buckled completely, sending a fresh jolt
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  • FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN   73

    SIERRA​My eyes flew open and I gasped as I stumbled backward until my shoulder hit the bookshelf. The heat, the intimacy, and the tension were shattered instantly.​Standing in the open doorway was the Don of the Don. Alessandro's grandfather, with his imposing frame, filled the archway.He's here again.I heard ​Alessandro sigh. When I looked down at him, his vein was pulsing slightly in his temple. Obviously, he was far from pleased.​“Grandad,” Alessandro greeted with his flat tone. “To what do we owe the… unexpected pleasure?”​Don Roberto didn't step inside the library. He simply stood there with his sharp gaze, assessing his grandson. “I heard you were ill. That you were down with a severe fever for a few days. I came to see if my successor was so easily defeated by a common cold.”​Alessandro straightened, his arrogance instantly returning, a suit of armor slipping into place. He gestured dismissively toward me with a sweep of his hand.​“Nonsense. I recovered quickly because

  • FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN   72

    SIERRAThe clink of the porcelain teacup against the saucer was the only sound in the dining room, save for the rhythmic tapping sound of a silver spoon against a soft-boiled egg. I maintained a facade of perfect composure, meticulously buttering my toast, but inwardly, a storm was brewing.Obviously, because of this man in front of me.​Alessandro was sitting opposite me, looking criminally handsome in a crisp black shirt, a contrast to the sweat-soaked one I had nursed for the past few days. Suddenly, ​I felt a feather-light brush against my ankle, sliding up to just under the hem of my pajama.​My jaw tightened. This absolute maniac!​I took a slow sip of my tea, trying to ignore the heat that instantly rushed up my neck. The foot, undeniably his, was firm and warm while tracing the delicate line of my Achilles tendon.​"Darling," he murmured without even looking up. He was reading the morning paper, the financial section, as if he weren't currently violating a doctor's orders

  • FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN   71

    SIERRAI woke to a disconcerting warmth pressing against my back, far too solid and familiar to be a pillow. When I recognized the expensive scent, I turned and met the peaceful face of Alessandro.His arm was draped heavy and possessive over my waist, pulling me back firmly against the long and hard length of him. He was definitely asleep, his breathing deep and even right against my hair.​How?​I gazed wildly toward the door. I remembered, with absolute certainty, locking the heavy brass bolt last night, and just to be safe, I had pushed the sturdy bedside table directly against the frame. It would have taken considerable force and noise to move. The door was still standing perfectly still, and the table was undisturbed. My eyes darted to the tall and arched window, which was locked securely from the inside. Panic, mixed with a thrill of pure disbelief, flared in my chest. So, how did he…My gaze slowly swept the room again. The heavy tapestry on the far wall, the carved wood p

  • FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN   70

    SIERRAI sank into a nearby armchair as I stared at the woman in the picture. The woman in the picture was undeniably lovely, radiating a warmth that seemed to physically contrast with Alessandro’s typically formidable posture.Her hand rested casually on his arm, and the way he leaned slightly toward her suggested a deep, easy intimacy. More intimate than Gianna.​My chest tightened with a sharp, unexpected pang of emotion. ​Who was she? A sister? A cousin? Or something more? The way his eyes crinkled with unrestrained joy in the photo suggested a relationship that was far more affectionate and carefree.​I flipped the photo over, hoping for a name or a date, but the back was blank and yellowed with age.​I felt a sudden need to know, a need to pierce the wall he kept around his feelings. ​As I stared at the photo, the heavy silence of the library was suddenly broken by a soft click of the locked door of the library.​I froze. ​My heart hammered as I ducked down. He was not suppo

  • FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN   69

    SIERRAI fled the room, practically running down the massive staircase and out the nearest back door. I didn't stop, following the scent of jasmine until I reached a stone bench hidden beneath a canopy of wisteria.I sat on the cold stone, forcing myself to take deep, shaky breaths until the frantic drumming of my heart slowed.​"You idiot," I hissed under my breath, pressing my hands against my burning eyes. "What in God's name were you thinking?"Seriously? Round 2?​I was furious with myself. I knew exactly where that kiss was leading, and I hadn't lifted a finger to stop it. In fact, I had done the opposite… I responded.I really hate this. This path is too dangerous, it gives him too much power over me, power he already possesses tenfold.I had successfully maintained my distance, kept my emotions locked down, and kept our interactions purely functional. And then, one kiss… one moment of his searing heat and overwhelming presence… and I was ready to throw all caution, all self-r

  • FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN   68

    SIERRA​"Yes," Alessandro confirmed as his gaze remained unwavering on mine. "You have the clearest head, and you see the situation without the personal bias that Dimitri carries. I have two options, and both carry risks, but one is less likely to expose me directly while I recover." I stared at him with my brows furrowed in confusion. “Dimitri wants to hit Fiume’s main distribution point in the north, forcing him to divert funds from Malta back into logistics. This is the standard response, aggressive and satisfying, but it makes us predictable and could escalate into a public bloody conflict. Or we ignore the distraction and focus on the Malta account. We leverage my contacts to freeze or drain that specific shell entity. This hits him where it hurts, which is his funding, without directly involving our men in a fight. It's cleaner, but it depends entirely on whether my contacts can move fast enough." He stared at me with his expectant expression. "Which one, Sierra? The blood or

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