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SIERRA “Alessandro Montrego wants a bride,” My father started. “Now that your sister’s gone… it has to be you.” I confusedly stared at them, too stunned to speak. Did I hear him wrong? “You can’t be serious,” I whispered in disbelief. “You want me to marry a mafia lord instead of Airra who ran away? Because of what? Because of your debts?” My mother sternly looked at me. “It’s the only way, Sierra. We owe him everything. If we don’t pay, we lose the house, the business, everything we have right now.” I stood up abruptly. My heart was racing, my hands clenched, and the fact that I’m their payment for their debts was making me crazy. “So sell me off instead? Is that it? I’m just… collateral now?” “You’re being dramatic,” My father gritted his teeth. “No, I’m being sane!” I snapped. “You raised us to be strong, to think for ourselves, and now you want me to throw my life away for a man who deals in blood and bullets?” “Airra was always the selfish one. She left us to r

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SIERRAEverything about this man was maddeningly effortless. The tousled hair, the way his shirt and leather jacket clung just enough to hint at the body beneath, and those sharp and amused eyes darting on mine as if they knew too much and didn’t mind.I swallow the lump in my throat when he runs his predatory gaze over me. The corner of his mouth slowly lifted as if he read my thoughts and found them entertaining.My stomach flipped and heat crept up my neck. Every piece of clothing, every visible tattoo, every muscle held rigid beneath the expensive fabric was a confirmation. He's a dangerous man, but so damn hot– what am I saying?!“I'm asking if you need help.”I swallowed hard before looking away. My fingers tightened on the strap of my bag. “I don't need help from strangers who lurk in alleys.” I tried to pull my bag from him, but he wouldn't let go.“I wasn't lurking. I was… lingering. There's a difference.”“Oh, great! A lingering stranger. That's so much better.”He let ou

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SIERRA “So, do I call you husband now, or just ‘your majesty of murder’?” He smirked. “Whichever rolls off your trembling tongue, young lady. Though I must say, you wear defiance better than that dress.” “Funny. I thought you preferred obedience over fashion.” “I prefer fire. It keeps things interesting, and you, my dear, are practically an inferno.” My jaw clenched. “Don’t mistake sparks for surrender. I didn’t choose this.” “Neither did I.” He leaned in with a low voice. “But here we are, bound by blood and money. Might as well enjoy the fireworks.” “I would rather set your expensive car ablaze.” He chuckled. “Then I’ll make sure the wine is vintage and the flames are beautiful.” This asshole won't back down. Let's see, Mr. Mafia Lord, Don, or whatever. Alessandro Montrego, the infamous Mafia Don from Italy, with cheekbones sharp enough to slice through my last nerve. Not sure how many people he killed in a day, but I’m sure he’s not a nice guy. Well, all crimina

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SIERRAFall in love? With him? I wanna throw up!This won't do. I need to create a plan to escape this hell before falling into his delusions! I have to save myself before my life turns upside down and is ruined by that goddamn mafia.I waited until the mansion was quiet. Not silent because this place never slept, but quiet enough that the guards were probably playing poker and the butlers were pretending not to hear things they shouldn’t.I slipped out of my ridiculous wing, wearing black leggings I had stolen from the closet and a hoodie that smelled suspiciously like my monster husband. I hated that it was warm.My plan was simple. Sneak out through the wine cellar, crawl through the dumbwaiter shaft, and drop into the garage, where I hotwire one of his vintage cars and drive off into the night like a caffeinated Bond girl.I was ready, except… I forgot one minor detail. The wine cellar was locked with a biometric scanner. I stared at the glowing panel like it had personally betra

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SIERRAI rushed to him before I could think. “What happened?”He collapsed into my arms while hardly breathing. “Hide now. There was an ambush.”My stomach dropped. “A-Ambush?”“Hide now!”I flinched when he yelled.Hide! How? Where? I was about to run to the closet to hide but stopped and looked at Alessandro. Seeing his blood dripping from his hand, I knew he was losing blood. Should I… help him? After all, he didn't hurt me while staying here.Even though I was hesitating, I still dragged him to the couch, grabbed towels, and pressed them against the wound. He winced in pain and gritted his teeth. I thought he could endure one bullet, why is he wincing now? Could it be that his vital organ was also hit?“You need a doctor,”“No time,” he rasped. “They’re coming. Go to my room and hide in my closet now.”I stared at him, confused. Is he concerned about me? Why?This wasn’t part of the plan. None of it was part of my plan. I was supposed to escape, not save him. But something twi

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ALESSANDROI woke up choking on my own breath after I was internally attacked yesterday. The taste of bile and blood coated my tongue, and my throat burned like I swallowed fire. I tried to sit up, but my muscles screamed in protest. My body was too weak because of that goddamn poison. I gripped the silk sheets, drenched in sweat, and forced myself upright. The room spun, but I held on. I’m not the kind of man who dies in bed, not from some coward’s trick.I let out a deep breath as I reached for the Glock under my pillow. I'm glad it’s still there. I staggered to the mirror. My face was pale, my eyes were sunken, and my veins looked like spiderwebs under the skin. Whoever did this wanted me dead slowly. They wanted me to suffer and to rot from the inside.My jaw clenched at the fact that someone in this house betrayed me.Sierra's cries and her voice begging echoed in my head. She's in the east wing, locked up and punished with no meals today. I limped down the hallway, gripping t

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SIERRAThe darkness was suffocating as I curled in the corner, caressing my wrists to soothe the pain. The only light came from a sliver beneath the heavy door, a pale line that never moved and never grew. My hair stuck to my neck, my mouth was dry as dust, and my stomach was aching. Hunger clawed at my insides, twisting and snarling like a beast. “That bastard.” I gritted my teeth. “That cold, ruthless, arrogant son of a–”I punched the wall. Pain shot up my knuckles, but I welcomed it. It was better than the helplessness and the silence. Better than the memory of his mouth on mine, the taste of blood and fury, and the way he kissed me like he owned me.I f*cking hates him.He knew it was not me. He knew, but he still kept me here as if I murdered him. He only wants to see me kneeling, begging for his mercy. IN HIS F*CKING DREAMS!I froze when the door suddenly creaked. I immediately covered my mouth, wishing it was not Alessandro again.The lock turned with a heavy click, and the

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SIERRA“You want out, right?” he said, voice low, calm. “I can give you that as long as you kill him.”I swallowed the lump in my throat and stared at him, unsure if I should run or listen. “Why would it be me to put a bullet in him?”He smirks, a sly and dangerous smirk.“Because his men won't suspect you. No one will suspect you as his killer.” He stepped closer as the cold, sleek gun pressed against my chest. “You hate him,” he murmured. “I saw it in your eyes. You want freedom? This is your chance.”I looked down at the weapon. “I…” I hesitated. “I don’t know if I can.”“You don’t have a choice,” he hissed. “He will never let you go.”I swallowed hard as my throat felt dry out of nervousness. My mind was screaming about what's right and wrong. But my hand slowly reached out anyway and took the gun.A smirk of victory formed on his lips before he turned and headed towards the hallway. I followed him, barefoot and silent. We walked past Alessandro's men lying on the floor, bloody a

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SIERRA“Why would I run?” I hissed. “I will first kill your underdog for framing me.”He let out a sigh and wiped something on my earlobe. “Let me do it,” he said and turned to his underdog.I touched my earlobe and was surprised to see blood dripping out of my ear. I glance at the two men. The gun lies useless on the floor between Alessandro and the underdog, who was still trying to crawl toward the gun with wild eyes, nose bleeding from where I had hit him.“What do you think you're doing, Enzo?” Alessandro calmly said, but low and dangerous.The underdog froze.He strode to Enzo and stepped on his hand, stretching for the gun. He screamed and groaned in pain.“You came into my room without my permission,” Alessandro scoffed and twisted his feet, “And tried to turn my wife against me?”Enzo pushed his feet with his free hand and got up with fury, darting at Alessandro. “You treated me like I'm one of them!” Enzo yelled.“Like what?” Why is he acting cool? I hate that it suits him

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ALESSANDROThe forest was silent, save for the crunch of boots on damp leaves. My breath steamed in the cold night air, mixing with the fog that clung to the trees like ghosts. I crouched behind a fallen log, steadying my breathing while scanning the surroundings for any shadows. They thought they could ambush me here because I’m away from my thousands of men. But they didn’t know who they were dealing with.I will never die in the hands of those amateurs.I listened to their hasty footsteps and waited until they were close. With a deep breath, I stood up and aimed at them. The first shot cracked through the night like thunder. One man dropped instantly, his rifle clattering against a tree root. I turned while still hiding in the dark and fired again. Two assholes down. They panicked and fired everywhere recklessly, screaming and cursing in Russian. I hid behind the tall tree and waited for them to finish wasting my time. So, Enzo collaborated with the people I hated the most. My j

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