Alle Kapitel von FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

SIERRA​I looked down as the bump had jarred a hidden spring-loaded compartment in the side of the desk. A small, shallow drawer had popped open just a few inches. My breath hitched.​I glanced at the man who was narrowing his eyes, suspicious of the sound, but from his angle, the desk blocked his view of the secret drawer. I had seconds.​I reached down with my fingers trembling so hard I could barely grip the contents. Inside wasn't money or jewelry. It was a small, charred leather wallet and a stack of folded documents. I pulled them out and tucked them behind the book I was holding.​"Madame?" the man called out, his tone feeling like a warning as he began to walk toward the desk.​"I'm just... the sun is too bright now," I stammered, frantically pulling the curtain closed instead of opening it, plunging my corner of the room into dimness.​In the sudden shadows, I flipped open the charred wallet. My breath left me in a silent gasp. Inside was a driver’s license from New York St

SIERRAThe headlights swept across the trees like a searchlight, illuminating the spot where I had stood just seconds ago. Before I could react, a hand clamped over my mouth and a powerful arm hooked around my waist, yanking me backward into the dense, thorny shadows of a tall laurel bush.​I thrashed as my heart leapt into my throat, until a familiar, urgent voice hissed into my ear.​"Sierra, stop! It's me. Don't make a sound."​I froze. The voice was like a key turning in a rusted lock deep inside my brain. I turned my head as he slowly released his grip. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, hitting the sharp jawline and the desperate, tired eyes of the man from the party.​"You're... Alessandro?" I breathed, the name feeling right on my tongue.​"I'm here," he whispered, his hands hovering near my shoulders as if he wanted to hold me but was afraid I’d break. "I thought I’d lost you in the fire. Then I saw you at that gala, looking like a ghost... I've been circling this pl

SIERRAThe smell of lavender and expensive linen was the first thing that hit me. I opened my eyes slowly and the soft morning light filtered through heavy velvet curtains.I tried to shift my weight, and a searing heat blossomed across my shoulder blades.Wait… why am I on the bed? In a bedroom? ​The last thing I remembered clearly was the thrumming sound of helicopter blades.But why did this room feel... mine. The crown molding, the intricate gold leaf on the vanity, the weight of the silk duvet, everything vibrated with a strange familiarity.Where’s Alessandro? Did he lock me here?​I shouldn't trust him. A man with that much blood on his hands doesn't just "love" someone. He owns them. I gritted my teeth, pushing myself upright. Every movement felt like a tug-of-war with my own skin, but I managed to swing my legs over the side of the bed.​I crept toward the massive mahogany door. My breath caught in my throat and my hand trembled as I reached for the knob.I expected it to b

SIERRAI felt his hands on my shoulders as his thumb traced a slow circle over my collarbone. He was trying to soothe me, but the fire in my blood wouldn't be put out that easily. I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye, refusing to be swayed by the sudden, magnetic pull of his presence.​"A family? A business necessity," I repeated, my voice dripping with skepticism. "That’s a very convenient way to describe a woman who looks like she’s already measured me for a coffin. What business could possibly require your ex-lover to stay under the same roof as your recovering wife? And what the hell about that word ‘family’?!”​Alessandro sighed and stepped back toward his desk. He picked up a heavy crystal decanter, pouring a finger of amber liquid into a glass.​"Her father is the head of the Palermo syndicate, my grandfather’s best friend's syndicate. She actually died but found out she was actually alive, and now that her identity is confirmed, her father’s enemies are after her.

SIERRA​My eyes darted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows. I needed to see a doctor or buy a pregnancy test. I needed a reality that didn't involve Alessandro's hungry eyes and confusing promises.​But there were men with guns in the hallways and cameras at every gate. To Alessandro, I was a prize he had just recovered, and he wasn't about to let his "pregnant wife" wander off.“​But I escaped Logan.” I reminded myself, a spark of defiance lighting up in my chest.​If I could slip through the fingers of a kidnapper and the world of fire, I could get out of here. ​I looked at the heavy drapes and the trellis outside the window. My memories might be gone, but my instincts were screaming at me. I couldn't stay here and wait for him to "help me remember" things that might be lies. I had to get to a pharmacy, get a test, and find out if I was carrying a Mafia heir or if I was just a pawn in Alessandro’s twisted game, just like Logan. If he wanted a wife who obeyed, he should have married