The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Jordan’s POVNews had gotten to me that Carlos Moretti was beginning to speak to former allies of his brother Lorenzo. In addition to that, he was also causing a lot of trouble. As a means to call me out, bodies had been turning up in alleys and backstreets. I had done my findings and Carlos was responsible. He was pissed that I wasn’t giving him any attention. I didn’t know what he expected of me, but I wasn’t going prance around in uneasiness simply because some guy thought the mafiasco was family business. When the time came, he would have me to contend with.Luckily for him, the bodies that had been turning up were those of drug addicts and street criminals. Carlos knew the game he was playing. He wanted to cause trouble without causing trouble. Meanwhile, Gabriel Draven had been making his own moves as well. Still smarting from what happened at the auction, he had declared me his rival, a challenge I was willing to go unanswered as long as he never stood before me again.If he

Sierra’s POV “It’s about Veronica.” “What about her?” I asked. “After the last time we talked about her, I couldn’t help but feel like something was off. That was the third time Veronica didn’t send me greetings on my birthday, so rather than letting things go as usual, I decided to break my promise to her.” “You did some investigations?” “Yes,” Jordan took a deep breath before speaking. "It turned out that Veronica went into hiding a few years after she left the mafia life. She was living in a small town, trying to keep a low profile." "That makes sense," I said. "You said she never really wanted to have anything to do with this life." Jordan nodded. "Yes, well, she didn’t. However, she met someone. She met a man who she fell deeply in love with." "Who was he?" I asked, unable to hide my growing interest. "His name was Alessandro. I had met him a few times. What Veronica didn't know was that Alessandro was very committed to the mafia. As a matter of fact, he was the

Sierra’s POV I could tell there was more to Luca’s disappearance hadn’t come, that there was something much darker involved, and the idea of it couldn’t be taken easily in stride. The phone rang on the coffee table; I picked it up. Jordan texted:  “We’re almost there. My heart turned three-sixty inside my chest. The message held my gaze for a few moments while a curious mix of relief and horror rushed through me almost at once. I typed back quickly: “Be safe. Please”. I hit send before I could do some second-guessing and dispatch it to the recycling bin. I just couldn’t stop thinking about Jordan. What if he doesn’t return tonight? The thought made my stomach twist with pain, and I was sure that anxiety was all over my face. She must’ve noticed, because she stood up from the kitchen table, flailed her arms around as if we were robbed, and turned to me with a dubious look. “You’re not okay,” she said gently but sharply as if she were calling me out on something I couldn’t deny.

Sierra’s POV Every second stretched into minutes that sank my heart deeper into my gut like a leaden weight. Our plan had been simple; find Luca, extract him, and survive. But now on the docks, looking out over the open sea, I felt the weight of the entire world on my shoulders. My pulse raced in my ears, adrenaline all through me, yet my heart would not calm. Next to me, Amelia stood upright and alert, brows furrowed, eyes drawing in everything around us. I found myself admiring her coolness. She was the sort of person who wouldn’t let on fear even as the walls were closing in. Andrew was with us, his face a mask of grim resolve. I had thought he would be the one who was calm, yet he appeared more shaken than myself. He glanced at his phone one more time before looking back at us. “We’ve got eyes on the warehouse,” he said softly. “But there is something... wrong. I haven’t been following Enrico’s men for years,  but these are different people. They’re more organised, mo

Sierra’s POVThought after thought played in my head as I struggled to understand what just occurred. The explosion. The gunfire. The chaos. The betrayal. Everything was spinning out of control, and I just could not get a solid handle on any of it.Luca was safe for now, but we were far from the woods. The situation was a lot more complex than I’d conceived. Andrew had brought us to safety, yet there in the calm of the car, that whatever had taken place still weighed heavily on me.My gaze crossed to Andrew, seated across from me. His face was impassive,  but I could read the tension in his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw. He was a man who had borne secrets, and I had to know what they were. I couldn’t allow him to keep this from me any longer.“Andrew,” I said, my voice breaking the thick silence. My throat felt tight, but I squeezed the words out. "What the hell is going on? Why didn’t you tell us the truth?”He didn’t answer immediately. He looked away, but not before holding