All Chapters of Becoming The Mafia Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ADRIANThe flash drive felt heavier than it should have as I slipped it into the inner pocket of my jacket and stepped into the back seat of the waiting car. I hadn't spoken much on the way to the office, and Rafe knew better than to ask questions when I was in this kind of mood. I knew he was irritated when I told him to stop at Sofia’s place first, but I couldn’t care less. I hadn’t seen her in days, and I needed to do that as soon as we got back. But now, it was business as usual once again. I could have gone straight home, but I would be too restless to function properly. I needed to keep myself busy for a few hours at least, before I finally went back home. We pulled up in front of the building just as the sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows across the streets. Matteo Rossi was already waiting inside, so I made my way inside immediately, barely responding to the dozens of pleasantries I received on my way to the elevator. Matteo was stood by the window when I walked

SOFIAIt started with a soft and calculated smile that didn't reach her eyes, and I knew I was in trouble.Ariana had always struck me as magnetic and charming when she wanted to be, and terrifying when she didn't. But in that moment, seated across from her at the little café near the edge of campus, it felt like the temperature dropped by a billion degrees. It was a kind of chill that creeps under your skin and wraps around your spine. I was halfway through pulling my chair in when I felt the cold and circular barrel of the gun pressing gently against my kneecap from beneath the table.It wasn't her words that chilled me at first. It was how she leaned back lazily, sipping her iced coffee like she wasn't threatening my life with a gun shoved against my leg.“Ari, what’s the meaning of this?” I asked, trying to stay calm even though my hands were shaking.“Spare me the innocent act,” she said. “I didn’t come here to chitchat. You and I both know that there’s something shady going on w

SOFIAI woke up to the smell of something warm and buttery, like the scent of toasted bread and eggs drifting into my room. For a second, I thought I was dreaming, and I imagined I was somewhere else entirely, and I wondered where that heavenly scent could be coming from. But when I pushed the covers off and dragged my feet into the hallway with the traces of sleep still on my face, I found Adrian shirtless my kitchen, flipping pancakes with one hand while checking his phone with the other. His hair was still damp from the shower, curling at the ends while his tattoos flexed with every movement of his back as he reached for the spatula.He turned around the second he heard me, and that damn smile (the one that felt like it was meant just for me) stretched across his face. He looked so handsome, and I had to resist the urge to leap into his arms right there and then, and kiss him senseless. "Morning, sleeping beauty," he said.“Morning, Prince Charming,” I replied. "You're making bre

SOFIAI was lying on my couch with my legs curled up, my phone warm against my fingers as I scrolled through TikTok mindlessly, letting the chaos of the morning settle into a dull hum in the back of my mind. Adrian hadn't texted me since he left, and I was starting to get worried. Did something happen? Had he somehow found a way to reach Hector?Surely not. He was probably just up to his neck in whatever fallout came from Hector's arrest, and the fact that I hadn't heard anything from him yet both comforted and unnerved me. Silence could mean he was busy, or it could mean he was suspicious. And I didn't know which one terrified me more.I was just contemplating whether I should just swallow my dignity and call him when I suddenly got a notification from instagram. It was a follow request from Regina Daniels.The name hit me like a gut punch, and for a second I thought I was hallucinating. Her profile picture was unmistakable, with those high cheekbones, that shiny black hair, and a

SOFIAThe warehouse looked like nothing from the outside. It was just another skeletal building in the city's neglected underbelly, with faded paint peeling off its steel exterior and a heavy iron door bolted shut. If you drove past it, you wouldn't think twice. But tonight, this was where kings and criminals were gathering. My heels echoed on the concrete as I walked toward the entrance, my breath coming out in short bursts. I wasn't scared, but I wasn't calm either. I just felt jittery and nervous, because I didn’t know what I was about to walk into. And that wasn’t helped by the fact that Rafe was waiting for me at the door, and he frowned as soon as he saw me. Shit!He didn't say anything when he saw me. He gave me that unreadable look he always wore, which was equal parts cold, annoyed, and vaguely dangerous."I didn't expect to see you here," he muttered, holding the door half-open. “I thought you would bail.”"Adrian invited me," I replied, keeping my voice neutral. “We’ll s