Semua Bab Sins of The Mafia: Bab 81 - Bab 86

Lucian Silence hung over the room like a heavy blanket. Ever since Sienna left, the house had grown so unnervingly quiet that it made my skin crawl. I should have felt triumphant—for avenging my sister—but all I felt was a vast emptiness, slowly being filled by wave after wave of guilt. The silence was so deafening, I began to hear my own words from earlier, echoing like bullets in my mind. The weight of what I’d said crushed me. I had gone too far, blinded by rage and the image of my sister clinging to life by a thread. I told myself I did this for justice, for some sense of satisfaction. But all I felt was the heavy drop of my heart, sinking deeper into something darker. The last look—her glare—before she walked out, haunted me. There was so much pain in her eyes, so much confusion. She didn’t know this was about her so called brother. She didn’t deserve to be targeted, but I still used her. That look kept replaying in a cruel loop in my mind. Each time it came back sharper than

Sienna We had just landed in New York—JFK Airport. It was bustling with people rushing to get home. No one gave anyone a second glance. “Ahh, it feels good to be home,” Ava said, stretching her arms. She had taken time off from the hospital to come with me. I had no idea how I’d ever thank her for always being by my side. We collected our luggage and made our way out. Ava made a quick phone call, and moments later, a black SUV pulled up in front of us. The driver stepped out and greeted her. “Hello, Miss Morozov.” Ava’s real name was Avana Morozov, but for work, she had changed it to Ava Harris. She never minded—it had always been her nickname anyway. She returned the greeting and climbed into the car. The driver loaded our bags into the trunk. I followed her inside. Settling into the seat, I messaged Adrian to let him know I’d landed. His response came immediately: ADRIAN: Great. Let me know when you reach the house too. I turned off my phone and looked out the window, takin

Lucian I stood there, my head in my hands, heart pounding in my ears. Then, like a crash of thunder, the realization hit me. I had to get to Sienna. I rushed out of the house, jumped in my car, and sped into the thick of traffic. I honked furiously, swerving around cars, shouting at red lights that refused to turn green. Please. Let me get to her. I reached her apartment building and threw the keys to the doorman without a word. I sprinted inside. The elevator was taking too long—too damn long—so I ran to the emergency stairs and took them two at a time. I reached her floor, breathless, and pounded on her door. At first, I knocked lightly. When there was no answer, I started banging with my fists, harder each time. Still nothing. The door behind me opened. I turned briefly to see Nico step out, his expression confused and groggy. I ignored him and turned back to the door. I had a key. I could use it. But something told me barging in would only make things worse. “What are yo