FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

SIERRAHis shoulder is strong enough to carry me like I weigh nothing but smug enough to make me want to jump out of it. He walked through the castle halls as if he were parading a trophy.“Put me down!” I snapped while kicking my legs in the air.He chuckled. “You stormed out barefoot in a dress as if you didn't sleep for two days.”“WHAT?!” My eyes widened in disbelief. I twisted to glare at the back of his head. “I slept for two days?!”“Hmm.”“Why did you not wake me up?!” “I did,” He said before he kicked the door open like he owned the world.I groaned as he dropped me on the bed with pure ungentleness. I bounced and sat fast. I'm back in the room that looked like it belonged to a royal hostage.“How? You should have pinched me, slapped me, or– okay, fine! You should have punched my face.”His brow rose. “Oh? So that's how you wake up a person? Too bad, I have my own way to wake up a beauty.” The way the corner of his lips lifted made me shiver. I immediately crossed my arms o

ALESSANDRO“Sierra, are you okay?”I tried to walk to her, but she flinched and threatened me not to come near her. I know she doesn't want to be here and she's angry at me, but… her actions were not the usual. She curled in the corner, damp hair clinging to her shoulders, and that lavender dress hugging her like it had been painted on. Her eyes were unfocused and her breathing was uneven. She looked like a dream, no, a fever dream. Obviously not the good kind.Something is definitely wrong with her.I looked around. The door was blocked with a table. Glad this room has a secret door that only I know. Then, the wine bottle and a glass on the center table caught my eye. Where the hell did she get this drink?I grabbed the bottle. Château du Sangre? I smell the opening of the bottle of wine and frown. This is not the real content of this wine bottle.I turned to her. “Sierra, who gave you this?” I asked, already crossing the room.She lifted her head and her eyes locked on the wine bo

SIERRAI carefully move through the marble corridor of the mansion with a cold steel pressing against my palm, hidden beneath the folds of my robe. My bare feet made no sound on the polished floors, but my heart thundered against my chest, enough to betray me. The morning incident still clung to me, making me shiver. His hands, his touch, his breath, and the way he looks at me with that maddening smirk as if I’m his own personal toy made my blood boil.And yet… I hated how my body had responded. I hated that I remembered the heat more than the fear. I hated that I didn’t scream.My hands tightened around the handle of the knife. Alessandro Montrego, where are you?I passed the grand staircase and slipped through the side door that led to the garden. The air outside was thick with the scent of roses and something darker, maybe gun oil or just the stench of power.I look around and wonder why this place wasn't guarded as much. Unlike the mansion in New York, this place seems quieter a

SIERRAI looked out the window and saw a woman and a man in the expansive courtyard. The woman was holding a gun while a man was behind her, talking and guiding a woman through the motions of handling a firearm.When she pulled the trigger, the bottle hanging in the tree meters away from them was shattered swiftly.Is he teaching her?That looks interesting.I headed outside, curling my hands at the hem of my dress. The courtyard smelled faintly of gunpowder and sun-warmed stone. I paused at the edge of the training grounds when I saw them kissing each other.Eww.I cleared my throat as I stepped closer. They stopped and looked at me.“Your Highness.” The woman bowed.I frown and look at my dress. “I’m no highness,” I sternly declare. “Anyway, can you teach me that?” I pointed at the gun.He froze and laughed nervously. “We are not allowed–”But before he finished his words, a familiar voice sliced through the air.“Let me teach you, Vostra Altezza.”(Your highness)Does he have eyes

SIERRA“Where are we going?” I asked.Alessandro didn't answer. He just pulled me away from the crowd until we reached a hallway. The music slowly faded and the people slowly lessened. We made a turn until we reached the door. Alessandro opened it and we stepped inside.The room was colder than the rest of the venue outside. The walls were lined with dark wood and velvet drapes, but no amount of luxury could soften the tension that coiled in the air right now.I then noticed there were other people inside.I sat beside Alessandro as his hand rested casually on the armrest with his profound face. Across from us sat a man who looked like he had been carved from granite and fed on blood sausage and vodka since birth. The man was massive. His belly strained against his tailored suit, his fingers were thick and jeweled, and his eyes were small but dangerous.My eyes wandered around us. His men stood like statues with rifles slung across their chests. There were at least six of them, mayb