No Sloppy Seconds のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

On my wedding day,a convoy of bulletproof Lincolns lined the entire street.The black paint gleamed under the harsh California sun.It made my eyes sting.I held up my heavy gown and walked toward the main bridal car.For seven years,I laundered his money. I took bullets for him.I even cut ties with my own family for him.I thought today I'd finally stand by his side. Officially.But the moment the car door opened,Silas stepped in front of me.He had no intention of letting me in."Cleo,take the one in the back," he said.His voice was flat,like a routine business announcement.I followed his gaze.At the very end of the convoy sat a rusty piece of shit.It was the Moretti family's transport van for death-row prisoners.My head spun. I couldn't believe my ears."Today is our wedding. You want me to ride to the church in a cage?"Just then,the window of the main car rolled down.Gia sat inside.She was wearing the custom haute couture gown I spent six months choosing.She turned her he

Ding.The phone made a sharp sound in the dark prison van.The notification tone was quick and sudden.I didn't even have time to press send.The preview messages popped up like crazy at the top of my screen.It was the elite underworld inner circle group chat.The Syndicate Vanguard.I was just added to it last night.Before adding me to the chat, Silas gave me a head-up. He said these guys were his inner circle, his most trusted soldiers. He told me to play nice.But the second I got in, I saw Gia. She was already holding court.Right now, the group is going wild.They're celebrating like it’s a damn holiday.Gia: [The California sun is so perfect! The vinyl records in the main Lincoln are exactly my style. Thank you to a certain someone who claims he's always busy,but still made time for my childish requests! ]She tagged the message with a few sweet emojis and a spam of photos.A dozen couple photos flooded the chat.They burned my eyes.The background was the bulletproof Lincoln.

8:59 PM. The heavy iron doors of the Bunker’s Grand Hall swing open.Cold candlelight cuts through the dark. Chicago mafia bosses, New York top hitmen, and West Coast kingpins are all waiting in silence for the new mob queen to step out.Silas stands at the altar in a flawless black tuxedo. He adjusts his cufflinks with smooth, arrogant grace. Always in control.He checks his watch."She’s late," his cousin mutters beside him. "Is the princess really throwing a fit tonight?"Silas sneers. A cold, mocking smirk touches his lips. "Just a bratty little drama. She thinks I’ll chase her."He raises his chin, his voice icy and dead certain. "She has nowhere else to go. The Moretti family is dead broke. Three minutes. She’ll walk through that door and sign the blood pact on her knees."9:00 PM on the dot.The side door slams open. A hotel server bursts in, drenched in sweat, almost slipping on the slick marble floor."Mr... Mr. Valenti!" The server’s voice shakes so bad it pierces the de

"Seize my parents’ estate?" I gripped my phone, my eyes turning to ice. "Silas, who the fuck do you think you are?"I hung up in his face and powered off my phone.The world went dead quiet.I tossed the phone onto the desk and picked up the heavy Blood Oath Medal again.The sharp metal edges dug into my palm, bringing a dull sting. That pain washed away every last bit of my seven-year foolishness."Cleo, sleep easy tonight," Mom said, running her hand through my hair, her voice dripping with unconditional love. "If the sky falls, your father and I will hold it up.""No, Mom." I raised my head, a bloodthirsty smirk curling up my lips. "This time, I’m handling it myself."Back in my bedroom, everything felt familiar yet strange. The sheets were still as clean and crisp as the day I left seven years ago.I blinked back the heat in my eyes, took a quick hot shower, and tucked the three armory keycards against my skin.I slept like a baby that night.The next morning, sunlight streamed thr

"Is she really that fucking innocent? Why don't you see for yourself?"I stood on the stone steps in my high heels, looking down at Silas sprawled in the dirt with a cold sneer. I threw my phone straight at his face.On the screen, a leaked video titled The Mafia Godfather’s Absurd Wedding had already blown up the internet. It was sitting comfortably at number one on both the Dark Web and the Syndicate’s internal network.The video didn't just expose all the filthy messages in their high-level group chat trash-talking my family—it contained a crystal-clear, encrypted audio clip!I tapped play. Gia’s sharp, toxic giggle exploded through the quiet air:"I stole her wedding car on purpose, and that bitch still insists on showing up! You guys wait by the entrance of the hall. The second she gets here, throw acid right in her face! Let’s see how she walks up that altar then!"A thug’s hesitant voice came through: "Miss Gia, she’s the future Godmother...""What are you scared of?! If anyone