Semua Bab Sins of The Mafia: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sienna Ava plopped down on the fluffy mattress of my hotel room bed, arms flung out like a starfish, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. Her long curls fanned out around her face, her heels already tossed aside at the foot of the bed. We had separate rooms in our suite, technically, but I knew from the moment we checked in that she’d spend most of her time in mine. That was just how we were—inseparable, even when we had our own space. We were only here for three days before heading over to Aunt Gia’s place, which was tucked away in a quiet suburb, far from the heart of the city. So, Ava and I decided to indulge ourselves and spend a few nights in the city first—shopping, sightseeing, and pretending we were in a movie montage. The hotel was luxurious in that old-money, chandelier-draped, velvet-couch sort of way. Even the walls smelled expensive. “I’m already in love,” Ava announced with a sigh, like the city had just swept her off her feet. I rolled onto my side and raised an eyebro

Sienna I was busy packing my tote bag when I heard a distinct knock on the suite's door. I glanced at the clock, realizing it was exactly 9. I quickly gave myself a once-over in the full-length mirror. I was wearing a white blouse over which I had a pink sundress. It was still chilly there, so I had to resort to full sleeves. My hair was down with crown braids around. I looked cute, that I could admit. I checked my bag quickly. It had all the things I needed: a portable camera, slight makeup to touch up my face, my wallet, and mini Nutri-Bars in case I needed snacks, though I was planning on trying out the food from the cafe. I wrote a note and stuck it on my room’s door for Ava to see. Although I had texted her my plans the night before. I took in a deep breath and opened the door. As soon as I did, I was stuck staring at Lucian. He was out of his regular suits, wearing a knit polo shirt with drawstring pants and loafers as his footwear. The shirt's short sleeves left his tatt

SiennaI just stared at him, my heart thundering in my chest like it was trying to break free. Everything was spinning inside me. The way Lucian looked at me—it wasn’t teasing anymore. It wasn’t flirtatious or laced with that usual smug charm he always wore like a second skin.No. This was different.His gaze held a quiet intensity. His eyes weren’t searching—they were certain. Like he’d already made his decision. Like he was waiting for me to catch up to it.I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. There was a thick silence stretching between us, not awkward but charged—buzzing like static just before a lightning strike. The air around us grew heavy, warm, intimate in a way that made me hyperaware of every point where our bodies connected.I hadn’t even realized I was still holding his hand. Or maybe he was the one holding mine. I looked down at our joined fingers—his thumb lightly stroking over my knuckles. The motion was subtle, tender. It made my breath hitch.“You’re quiet,” he murmured, voic

SiennaThe next three days went by in bliss, first we had the bridal shower with all the girls. The next day we all went out, including Carlos’s brother, who ranged in all ages. The youngest being only 20. I found out they all belonged to a rich business family. When I asked Aunt Gia why she hadn’t told dad about this. He would’ve been happy if he knew she was marrying someone rich and influential but she responded that she was with her fiance because she loved him not because he was rich and she wanted dad to understand that. Today was the rehearsals for her wedding. It took place in the backyard right where the wedding was happening. I had just walked in the kitchen to see Ava and Aunt Gia with their heads together, whispering something. “What’s going on?” I asked, both of them stood up straight at seeing me. I eyed them suspiciously. “I heard something interesting.” Aunt Gia narrowed her eyes at me, while Ava avoided eye contact. “Like what?” I asked slowly.

Sienna My hands trembled as I turned the picture around to look at the photograph again. The photograph was old, faded slightly with time, but the image was clear enough. And as I gazed I realized it was me, at around 6 months old. I was cradled between a man and woman, the man had a warm smile while the woman beamed at the camera. I stared at the image, my breath catching in my throat. My fingers fumbled with the picture before I dropped it and at the box that the picture came out of. I dug through the contents and searched through the box, for what? I didn’t know. I came across a sheet that resembled an official paper. I unfolded it slowly to come across a birth certificate. It had the same date of birth as me but the name written on top was not mine. Aria Noris. That was the name on the certificate. I blinked hard, my head was spinning and my vision was going blurry. I couldn't think straight. What is this? And what is it doing with Aunt Gia? My fingers found another