All Chapters of FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

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