FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

SIERRAI didn't give Alessia the satisfaction of seeing me flinch. I turned on my heel and walked straight to Alessandro’s study. If his grandfather and the Council were already moving, I couldn't afford to be the "fragile wife" hiding in the bedroom. I needed to see exactly what Alessia had sent.​I reach for Alessandro’s desk, my fingers flying over his laptop. I knew his passwords. He never told them to me, but I watched his fingers enough times to memorize the pattern.Finally, I found the intercepted outgoing mail from the mansion’s server.​Alessia was clever. The photos weren't just of Dimitri catching me. They were cropped to look like an intimate embrace, timed perfectly with a series of fabricated "anonymous" tips about my "disloyalty."​The heavy doors to the study slammed open.​I expected Alessia, the old man, or the Council's enforcers. But I didn't expect Alessandro.His coat was missing, his shirt was stained with a spray of blood that wasn't his, and his eyes were

SIERRAThe tires of the private jet had barely cooled before the heavy, humid heat of Naples was replaced by the crisp air of Frankfurt. As I stepped onto the tarmac, the wind caught my hair and snapped it against my cheek. A cold welcome to a land that felt fundamentally different from the sun-drenched chaos of Alessandro’s mansion.​Alessandro didn’t seem to notice the change in temperature. He moved with the same predatory grace he possessed in Italy. His men behind us moved in silence while transferring our lives from the belly of the plane to a fleet of matte-black SUVs.​"Welcome to Germany, cara mia," Alessandro murmured. "Different, isn't it?"“Oh yes, I noticed how cold it was,” I sarcastically said.​As the car pulled away from the airport, I pressed my forehead against the cool glass. Everything felt engineered to a point of terrifying perfection. The highway was a blur of gray and green, a stark contrast to the crumbling coastal roads of the south. The signs were filled

ALESSANDROThe cold Berlin air bit at the raw cuts on my knuckles as I stepped through the doors of the estate. The house was silent, a stark contrast to the cacophony of gunfire and screaming metal I had left behind at the docks.​I didn't turn on the lights when I climbed the stairs heavily. I just wanted the scent of vanilla and expensive linen.Sierra must be sleeping at this hour. I checked every room and finally found her. She's a silhouette of peace amidst the chaos of my life as she was curled on her side. My heart, which had been a cold stone all evening, finally gave a traitorous twitch of warmth.Only she can make me calm and, at the same time, give me a headache.I sighed as I looked at myself. I wanted to hug her, as I needed her warmth, but I couldn't touch her like this. I smelled of cordite, salt spray, and the metallic tang of blood.I cleaned myself and put on new clothes before ​I slid into the bed as the silk sheets cooled against my skin. I carefully moved, mindf

ALESSANDRO"Clear the line!" I bellowed, my voice a jagged blade cutting through the panicked wails of the shoppers.​Every instinct I had was screaming. Usually, in an ambush, the goal is survival, extraction, cover, and retaliation. But my tactical brain had been hijacked by a raw terror I only felt when she was in danger alone.​I broke cover, sprinting toward the jewelry section where I had glimpsed her coat. A gunman stepped out from behind a Rolex display with his weapon leveled at the crowd. I didn't hesitate to fire twice mid-stride, catching him in the throat and chest before he could even register my movement. ​"Sierra!"​The mall was a labyrinth of shattered glass and expensive wreckage. I vaulted over a display case of spilled diamonds, my shoes crunching on gems that cost more than most people earn in a lifetime. They were pebbles now. Everything was worthless if she wasn't in my sight.Just then, ​I saw three men in tactical gear, moving with a precision that signaled h

SIERRAThe cold edge of the bedframe had left a deep indentation in my cheek. My neck was stiff, a dull ache radiating down my spine from hours spent slumped on the chair as my fingers were still loosely entwined with Alessandro’s pale hand.​The equipment hummed a steady, rhythmic pulse, the only proof that the man who had thrown himself in front of a bullet for me was still an inhabitant of this world.​A soft and hesitant tap on my shoulder pulled me from a shallow, nightmare-ridden sleep.​I jolted upright as my breath caught in a dry throat. My hair was a bird’s nest and my dress was wrinkled and stained with the faint scent of dried blood that I hadn't been able to wash off my skin. I squinted against the harsh morning light, expecting to see a nurse. But ​instead, I saw a semicircle of the most powerful and dangerous people in the Syndicate.​"You should eat, Sierra. You look like a ghost," ​Dimitri softly said as he stepped towards me. His hand lingered a second too long on m