Semua Bab Sins of The Mafia: Bab 61 - Bab 69

SiennaI opened my eyes only to be greeted with the morning light. I sat up straight, my head aching due to all the crying I did the previous night. “Oh good you’re up.” Ava said as she entered. I looked down at myself. My sundress was off, leaving only a shirt on. I rubbed my eyes to get the sleep out of it. “What are you doing here?” I asked her. “Looking after you. It seemed you were a wreck last night. Want to tell me what it was all about?” Ava raised her eyebrows, her eyes hid the concern but I knew better. I stood up from the bed. “Let me take a shower, and I’ll tell you.” After an hour, I sat across from Ava in my bed. I choked out all the things I had found yesterday. Ava was surprisingly quiet, she let me speak and listened to me intently. When I was done, she finally spoke. “Si…” She trailed off as she came closer to hug me and all I could do was sag against her. “This is so big, but you can’t just believe it right away. Talk to your aun

SiennaWe came back home last week. I wasn’t staying with Lucian anymore but that didn’t mean I didn’t get to see him. He would visit everyday for dinner or lunch. Sometimes he couldn’t, but he made sure to make it up some other way. He was treating me with so much care after I had learned the truth about my lineage. He also helped me track my birth parents' information. My biological parents were Eric and Sarah Noris. They worked for the Moretti’s in accounts. I asked if they had any family, but it turned out both were raised in foster care so I had no connection to my birth family at all. All this brought a new sorrow. Finding out all this made me more scared about telling Adrian everything. I was afraid he would reject me because I wasn’t his blood and then I would have no one. Ava checked up on me a lot too along with Aunt Gia. She still felt guilty about everything but I reassured her that I forgave her. It wasn’t her fault. I didn’t have the courage to face my ‘parents’. But wh

Lucian“Marry me.”I had no idea what the hell I was thinking when those words left my mouth. Maybe it was the way she handled that gun like it was made for her. Maybe it was the way she didn’t hesitate to protect me, even if it meant getting blood on her hands. Or maybe it was the realization that she wasn’t just someone I cared about—she was the kind of woman who could stand beside me in fire.Perfect. Dangerous. Mine.But happiness like that? It was never meant for people like me.The moment she looked at me—eyes wide, full of stunned hope—I felt the guilt slice straight through my chest. I wanted to rip my own tongue out for putting that look in her eyes. A look I couldn’t afford to keep there.But I couldn’t take it back. Not now. I had set things in motion the day I found my sister broken beyond repair. Whether Sienna was Adrian’s blood or not didn’t matter. He loved her like a sister. And hurting her meant hurting him. That was the only way to make him feel the agony he had onc

SiennaI stared at my ceiling as my mind was slowly becoming a nest of uninvited thoughts. I had one day to prepare for the day I always fantasized about. I wanted to get married to the right person and have the most perfectly planned event but I only got one thing right. I only got the right person but so little time. It wasn't that everything was rushed, Lucian had his reasons and so did I. My reason for rushing to this wedding was to achieve a level of independence that I could never get as long as I was alone and under the vigilance of Adrian. Understandably so, Lucian wouldn't be any different in terms of vigilance but at least I’d have boundaries. This was a business wedding and for the sake of the title we have to complete the paperwork. After all the fiasco died down, we would have a proper planned wedding. I have not spoken to Lucian about a future wedding yet but I was sure that he wouldn't object to it. However, as many hopeful thoughts bloomed in my mind, the guilt w

SiennaIt had been an hour since I hung up on Adrian.Now, the guilt was gnawing at me.I knew I’d been too emotional—too impulsive. My heart had been pounding the entire time, and now, as the silence settled in, I wished I had handled things differently. Still, the clock on my wall reminded me that I had little time to dwell. In just three hours, I had to be at the courthouse.I kept asking myself if I was doing the right thing.Was marrying Lucian truly what I wanted?But every time I replayed that question in my mind, I came back to the same answer: Yes.Lucian had been there for me these past four months—steadfast, dependable, kind. He took care of me in every way, protected me even when I didn’t ask for it. And he never once tried to take advantage of me. Not like the other guys who only cared for surface-level affection. Lucian never pushed me. He made me feel safe.This wasn’t just a favor.It was something I wanted—for him, for us.Maybe I sounded immature, maybe I was rushing