All Chapters of FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SIERRAI froze as soon as I met Dimitri's cold eyes with a guard behind him whose hand was already on his weapon.F*ck.I immediately stepped back and swallowed hard. The woman gasped behind me, but before she could scream, the guard lunged forward and clamped a gloved hand over her mouth. She struggled, kicking and clawing, but he lifted her like a rag doll and dragged her back toward the cage.“No!” I cried, reaching out, but Dimitri stopped me as the woman’s pleading eyes disappeared behind the steel door.My pulse pounded and I glared at Dimitri. He stepped forward with his profound face, but the tension in his jaw betrayed his fury. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he coldly said. “It’s dangerous for you, too.I squared my shoulders with my hands curled into fists. “She was hurt, beaten, and locked in a cage like an animal,” I hissed.“She’s not what you think,” he snapped. “That woman is a spy. She infiltrated our network and tried to kill my grandfather.”S-Spy? Her?!“What?”

SIERRAAs soon as I woke up, I looked for water. I slipped out of bed wearing only my robe and stepped out of the room. I walked down the grand staircase while rubbing sleep from my eyes. As I reached the last step, I halted in my tracks and froze.Men in dark suits and armed men with cold expressions filled the living room. I swallowed hard as I felt the tension in the air. My gaze landed on Alessandro. He looked different today. Colder and more composed than he used to be. Dimitri sat at the other single couch opposite him, looking relaxed while scrolling on his phone. But my brows furrowed at the woman sitting on the other side of Alessandro. The woman from yesterday perched elegantly on the armrest of a chair with her legs crossed and eyes gleaming with satisfaction.It seems they were having a serious meeting or something.I slowly step back, careful not to create a noise. But it's too late because Alessandro gazes at me and then every head turns toward me, which makes me swal

ALESSANDROThe car was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of the dashboard clock. I sat in the backseat with my legs crossed and one arm resting on the door. Beside me is Carlo, reviewing the exchange details on his iPad. Across from us is Dimitri, leaning back casually while chewing gum as if this were just another night, and next to him is Gianna, my old friend.I glance through the window. My men were already positioned like chess pieces outside. The woman from the Vescari gang stood in the center of the lot, flanked by two of ours. I sigh as I look down at my wristwatch. They are late. As expected, they are trying to waste my time. I need to get back because Sierra is alone. Well, I have men there and she can defend herself, but the only problem is that she can't shoot a gun. She must have been traumatized by killing Enzo. Yeah, she killed him on the spot. I had to lie to lessen her worries and fear.I squinted my eyes when the headlights from the three black SUVs rolled in

SIERRAI groaned as I came back to my consciousness. I touched my head because it was still pounding and the awful smell of something weird lingered in my mind.What the hell was that? It smells terrible.I open my eyes with a deep sigh. The first thing I noticed was myself lying on the bed as the scent of lavender, leather, and something faintly metallic filled the air.My gaze wandered around the room. The room was warm, dimly lit by a chandelier that cast soft shadows across the walls. Velvet curtains hung over tall windows, and the furniture was antique, polished, and looked expensive.My gaze landed on the gold-framed mirror that reflected my pale face and my tangled hair.This is not my room and definitely not Alessandro’s room.Where am I?I sat up quickly as my pulse pounded in my head even more. My last memory was of the greenhouse on fire, and then all of a sudden, gunfire erupted in the air. I ran and tried to find somewhere to hide, but… someone grabbed me from behind, and

SIERRAI scoffed, wanting to laugh at his remarks. But I bit my inner cheek to stop myself. Laughing at him right provoked him and hurt Granny again.Here I am again, being used to kill that mafia lord.Why do people want me to kill Alessandro? Does that make them feel powerful? By controlling someone to get what they want without even lifting a finger?I looked at Granny slumped in a chair, her wrists still bound tightly to the armrests, and her head tilted to the side, groaning softly.“You’re asking me to murder someone.” My hands clenched. “Why can't you just kill him on your own? Why drag me into the picture?”He raised his brow. “To make things interesting.”I scoffed. “To make things interesting? Just have a match with him. Let's see who wins.”He shrugged. “That's a pain in my handsome face. Also, I’m offering you freedom. Real freedom, dear. Not the illusion he gave you.”Freedom, huh. I know he won't let me go. He already said he will only let Granny go, not me. Does that