All Chapters of Sins of The Mafia: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Sienna Last night was a dream. Or a nightmare. I hadn’t come to a conclusion. But it was the first time in months I had sat down with Lucian and talked. He told me about his childhood. While we were together before, he would often close off when I asked about his childhood. He also never talked about his sister. Now I know why. When I returned to my room last night, sleep didn’t come easy. I stayed up thinking about what Lucian did, taking his pov. If someone wronged me, I would never go to this lengths to hurt them back. But after all these years I had learned, not everyone thought my way. The world I grew up in, revenge was a common thing. While kindness was not. That’s why I embraced kindness, so I could be different from everyone around me. I had Adrian who always helped in preserving those thoughts. Lucian had no one. His mom died when he was young, after that he was surrounded by need for revenge. It was easy to justify his actions in a way. But my heart still hurts from his be

Sienna's Pov The next morning, sunlight streamed through the thin curtains, warm against my face. My body felt heavy, my eyes gritty from too little sleep. I rolled over with a groan, my hand instinctively resting on my belly. Bean had been restless all night. Or maybe it was me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lucian’s face—too close, too handsome, too dangerous. The ghost of almost-kissing him clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. I pushed myself upright, deciding food might distract me. Padding softly into the kitchen, I expected silence. Instead, I froze. Lucian was there. He stood at the stove, sleeves rolled to his elbows, stirring something in a pan. A pot of coffee was already brewing. The faint smell of toast hung in the air. He glanced up when I entered, and for the briefest second, that same warmth from last night flickered in his eyes. But he didn’t push it. He just offered me a small smile. “Morning,” he said, his voice calm, steady. “I wasn’t sure

Sienna“Aren’t you happy all of this is over?” Ava asked suddenly. Startled, the shirt in my hand dropped. “What do you mean of course I am.” I answered immediately, bending to pick up the shirt. “Then why are you so quiet?” Ava’s super observant eyes caught on. I was glad all of this was over but a part of me was sad to leave this place behind, more importantly my secret meetings with Lucian behind. They weren’t a secret anymore since Adrian discovered us one day. He was silent when he took me back to my room. I was afraid I upset him but he quickly reassured me he wasn’t upset but concerned. “Do you know what you’re doing?” He asked. “I–” I looked away, “I don’t know.” I answered, because truly I didn’t know what I was doing just that it made me a little better. “Listen, if you're happy then that’s all I need.” He surprised me. “Aren’t you mad? You still hate him.” I asked. “I do hate him but a part of me recognizes the love in his eyes. So I won’t

Lucien's PovThe wound still burned.A dull, throbbing reminder of the chaos that had nearly taken everything from me.I stood in the middle of the dimly lit chamber, blood still fresh on my knuckles, my breath coming in rough, uneven pulls. My father lay crumpled against the wall, his once-commanding frame now nothing but a pitiful heap. His voice was gone. Just broken gasps and muffled curses.I looked down at him, my jaw clenched so tight it hurt.“You made her a target,” I said, my tone low, steady, but shaking underneath. “You used her—my wife, the mother of my child—as bait.”He laughed. “Love makes you weak, boy. You were never fit to run this empire.”My fist connected with his face again before the words even fully registered. The sound of bone meeting flesh echoed across the room. Nico didn’t flinch. He stood near the door, silent, but his hand rested on his gun—a silent reminder that if I gave the order, this would end in one shot.But I didn’t want it to end that quickly.

Sienna’s POVI woke to a strange, warm tingling spreading down the side of my neck.For a second, I didn’t move. I just lay there, blinking into the soft morning light slipping through the curtains. My mind was still foggy, caught between sleep and waking, and the sensation made my breath shudder.Then it happened again.A soft press of lips. A slow trail. A teasing scrape of teeth against my skin.My eyes flew open.Lucian.Lucian was literally kissing my neck. Not lightly, not by accident—no, he was kissing me like he’d been waiting all night to wake me up like this.My heart leaped into my throat.He was still here.Oh god—he was still here!For a split second, my brain rebelled. No. No, this is a dream. That whole thing last night, the window, the kiss, the way he held me—dream, dream, dream.But he was warm against me, breath brushing my skin, arm still wrapped around my waist like he owned the position.And dreams didn’t have this much detail.“Lucian—!” I yelped, shoving at his