FORCED TO BE A MAFIA QUEEN のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

SIERRA​“Woah, little cousin-in-law,” a low, amused voice rumbled in my ear.I glared at Dimitri as he guided me off the path toward the inner courtyard, where a pool caught the moonlight.​He steered me to a cushioned chair and then placed a frosted glass into my hand. “Drink this. It's an iced tea. Strong enough to knock out a mule, sweet enough to forget the little scene you just witnessed.”I scoffed and put down the documents on the table. I grabbed the iced tea and drank it. ​The tea was cold and tart against my throat. I took a grateful gulp as the sweetness momentarily dulled the sharp edges of my frustration.​“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost,” Dimitri chuckled, leaning back in his own chair and crossing one expensive leather-clad ankle over the other.​“I’m fine,” I lied, pushing the documents onto a nearby side table. “Just overwhelmed by the paperwork.”​He scoffed. “The paperwork, of course. Not the beautiful specter on the veranda hanging off Alessandro’s arm.”​“

SIERRAThe air inside the custom-stretched limousine was suffocating enough to choke on. Despite the plush leather and the scent of expensive cologne, it felt like a gilded cage hurtling toward a den of lions.​I smoothed the silk of my midnight-blue gown as my fingers trembled slightly. I looked elegant, but inside, I was a storm of resentment and quiet heartbreak.​The silence was a physical weight, amplified by the people surrounding me. ​Alessandro sat beside me with his jaw set in stone. He looked lethal in his tuxedo and yet he hadn't glanced at me once. ​Alessia sat directly across from us. She looked fragile, dressed in soft cream, playing the part of the damsel in distress perfectly. My gaze shifted to Gianna, who was leaning against the far door. She scrolled through her phone with a bored expression, though her eyes occasionally flickered to me with cold calculation. ​Dimitri was in the corner, swirling a glass of amber liquid. His eyes were the only ones that met mine, fi

SIERRAThe silence in the car hadn't been peaceful like earlier. Alessandro gripped the steering wheel while pushing the speedometer higher and higher until the world outside the tinted windows was nothing but a blurred smear of city lights and shadows.​"You don't get to look at him like that!" Alessandro roared, his voice echoing in the cramped space of the sports car. ​"You don't get the right to control who I was looking at, Alessandro!" I screamed back in fury. “I do! I am your husband and you are my wife for Christ!”“By paper only! Don't act as if we are real!”​"THE F*CK?!” He abruptly stopped the car and turned to me furiously. “YOU THINK WE ARE NOT REAL? ARE WE NOT REAL, SIERRA?”I froze.He thinks… we're real? For real?I swallowed the lump in my throat, seeing his jaw clenched and his eyes flashing with a fire.I opened my mouth to deliver another crushing retort, but the words never came because of a sudden, sharp, deafening pop that shattered the passenger-side mirror

SIERRAI gasped but swallowed it as the heat of his body met my back. He pulled my hair to one side and pressed his face into my neck. A shudder erupted beneath my skin, warm from his soft touch and cold from the volatile energy emanating from him."I thought you didn't want it, Sierra."Oh.I was. I wanted to say, but the press of his lips against the hollow of my ear stole my breath and voice. All I could do was shake my head because I couldn't bear to let this end, not yet."Say it."I shook my head again, but my mouth betrayed me. "I want it.""You want what?" he murmured, tracing the edge of my ear with his tongue.Goosebumps ran down my arms."I want you," I breathed. I'd always known it wouldn't be that easy.A growl of satisfaction against the nape of my neck, and then a little nip from him. "Back seat."I listened to the command without a single thought. His gaze on me filled with heat when his attention dropped down my body. My dress was still pulled up indecently, baring

SIERRAThe smell of gunpowder and expensive cologne is a sickeningly sweet mix in the back of the limousine. I leaned my head against the cool leather as my heart was still hammering inside my chest because of the man sitting inches away from me."You're quiet," Alessandro rasped.I’m thinking about not using protection, Alessandro.What if I got pregnant? I can't remember it exploding inside me. Did it? I couldn't freaking remember, and I'm too embarrassed to ask him as well.“Cara mia?” He called.​"I’m trying to process the fact that our window has a spiderweb of bullet holes in it," I instead said, gesturing to the reinforced glass. “Does your wound still hurt?”I shook my head and looked out the window, biting my lower lip in frustration. I’m really worried about getting pregnant. Why do I always give in to his touch? This is not me. Alessandro and this mafia world changed me.​By the time the limo pulled up to the front steps of the mansion, we had smoothed our clothes and wip