All Chapters of FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SIERRA​Alessandro looks so terrifying while standing amidst the smoke and debris like a dark God emerging from the chaos. His usually immaculate suit was dusted with ash, his black hair windswept, and the expression on his face was one of pure, unrestrained fury. He looked like a death incarnate.​“Pull the trigger now,” Logan's voice vibrated as his lips brushed my ear. He was using me as a shield, but more than that, he was positioning me as the executioner. “Look at him, Sierra. See his rage, the desperation, and come here to save his prize possession.”I bit my lower lip as I'm fighting myself not to let him make me pull the trigger. When Alessandro's gun dropped slightly, I froze. The moment I saw the sheer and naked anguish that flashed across his hardened face was unlike anything I had ever seen. He was trapped. He couldn't risk a shot with me pressed so tightly against his half brother.​Logan squeezed my trembling hand, tightening the grip on the gun. “Shoot him, tesor

SIERRAA low groan escaped me when I came from my consciousness. I tried to move but a sharp pain radiated from my ankle made me even groan. My eyelids felt heavy as I forced them open.I first saw a circle of the forest canopy, a hazy canvas of dark green and twilight grey, framed by the rough and muddy walls of the pit. I was at the bottom, alright. Still alive and kicking one feet. My ankle hurts like hell and my clothes were muddy and wet. Every muscle screamed in protest–I met the eyes of Alessandro the great. Oh, I almost forgot he's with me. ​He was sitting a few feet away, leaning against the damp wall of the pit as his long legs stretched out awkwardly. Alessandro was a masterpiece of controlled chaos, even when covered head-to-toe in a thick layer of disgusting brown sludge. His clothes were torn at the shoulder, and a trickle of crimson was drying near his temple, but his posture was still dangerous.​His eyes, those piercing, cold-fire irises, were fixed on me intensel

SIERRA I slowly opened my eyes when I felt a dry heat and weight pressing against my body. The light filtering through the gaps in the warped planks of the treehouse walls was a weak, watery gray indicating its already morning. My gaze landed immediately on the face and inch apart from mine as his warm breath touched my forehead.​Alessandro.I swallowed the lump in my throat upon realizing that I kissed him first hours ago. I'm glad he fell asleep first and nothing happened other than that. This is not the first time I stared at his face in this close but it's my first time scanning his face this close.His sharp and commanding features were softened in sleep. His icy blue eyes that could strike fear into the hearts of rivals were covered. A faint and small line scar on his jaw was the only thing that spoke of the war lord he was. He was breathing slowly and deep, a gentle sound that was the purest form of peace I had ever witnessed from him.I lowered my gaze and saw our tangled

SIERRA ​​My breath caught in my throat. I instinctively clutched the collar of his shirt as my heart rate spiked. This sudden physical intimacy, especially after our intense kiss the night before, felt dangerous.​"Put me down, Alessandro," I hissed. "I can manage and I’m perfectly capable of bathing myself."​He ignored me completely. His focus was fixed straight ahead, on the double doors leading into the adjoining bathroom.​"Don't be ridiculous, Sierra. You have a sprain bad enough to require a cast. You will not risk slipping in the shower and fracturing something just to prove a point."​We were already inside the expansive marble bathroom. He set me down gently on the plush, cushioned stool placed beside the glass shower enclosure.​"I can sit here and wash. I don't need you to–"​"I know what you need," he cut me off. He stepped into the shower stall and reached for the taps.Panic surged through me. This was too much and too close. "Alessandro, stop! What are you doing? I to

SIERRA​Leaning against the wall directly across the hall was the woman who was so close to Alessandro. Her expensive silk dress was a dark and venomous green, and her eyes, just as green and just as cold, were fixed on me with undisguised contempt. She looked perfectly manicured, perfectly poised, and utterly out of place in the hushed wing of this sprawling mansion.​I gripped the crutch handles tighter ​as I took a careful step, dragging my injured leg.​"Look at you, hobbling," she purred.I stop and look at her with a frown. Her lips curled into a mocking smile. She's testing my patience, or maybe she's taking advantage of my current state.“What a tragedy,” She continued. “Honestly, when Logan kidnapped you, I was almost certain we would be planning a funeral by morning.” She sighs while slowly shaking her head. “A real shame."The urge to respond, to lash out at the hateful arrogance in her tone, was a bitter tang on my tongue. But I was the wife, and she was merely the furnit