LOGINShare
156. The Black Car
Last Updated:
2025-02-26 10:39:54
Related chapters
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 157. Why Me?
Sierra’s POVA heavy silence filled the room, the gravity of Luca’s words resting heavily on our shoulders. I thought furiously, flailing at possible explanations, one conclusion stood clear, Dominic was out there, closing in.I faced the window, my heart racing as I gently drew the curtains. It was dark, but I eyed every shadow, every parked car, every sign we were still being followed. Nothing came to the fore.But that didn’t mean we were out of danger. So, Amelia, still holding Luca in a protective embrace, spoke softly but with firmness. "We can’t stay here. If they were watching the house in advance, it’s likely they’ll return and I will not endanger Luca or Little B.”I nodded, but dread twisted in my stomach. “We have to calibrate our next step. You cannot just run without knowing the way."I retracted, gazing into Luca’s eyes. “Darling, did you see the car drive off? How long was it outside?"Luca paused, then shook his head. “I don’t know … I fell asleep for a while, and wh
Last Updated : 2025-03-02The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 158. The Deal
Sierra’s POVI balled my hands into fists, my nails biting into my palms as I took in Ethan’s words. My pulse throbbed in my ears, drowning out the sound of people talking at the other tables. I had known Dominic was a threat, but having it come from Ethan and knowing how much worse things had gotten made my stomach churn with dread. But running? That wasn’t an option.I leaned in, locking eyes with Ethan. "I’m not leaving through the back door like a coward. I will stay and fight for what I treasure," I emphasised, my voice almost betraying me in the process.Ethan’s expression hardened. "Sierra, this isn’t a game. Dominic isn’t playing politics anymore he’s removing threats, and at this moment, you’re the first on his list.”“What do you even mean by that, Ethan? I met Dominic at the resort a few months ago. He was there with his wife, and it didn’t seem like he could hurt a fly, let alone come for his brother’s wife after kidnapping his brother from the hospital. Make it make sens
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 159. The Real Fear Had Started
Sierra’s POVEthan had given us a few last instructions, telling me to get some rest before tomorrow’s mission. But my mind was anything but restful as Amelia and I drove back home.“Uh, you sure about this, Sierra? Amelia asked, her hands holding the wheel. Her voice was careful, but I heard the thrill of it too. “We’re talking about walking right into The lion’s den. If Dominic gets a whiff of suspicion, we’re toast.”I looked out the moving glass into the blurring lights of the city. “I don’t have a choice,” I said softly. “We don’t know where Jordan is because of Dominic. “I may never get another opportunity to stop him if I don’t do it now.”Amelia sighed but didn’t protest. She knew me well enough to know that once I’d made up my mind, you could forget about talking me out of it. Instead, she shifted gears. “Alright, we need a good disguise first. “We can’t just stroll into Avalon looking like us.”That part at least I agreed with. Dominic had seen me enough times that he recog
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 160. Faded Disguise
Sierra’s POVThe room Dominic took us into was brooding with exclusivity. Leather couches covered in plush material lined the walls, and a single crystal chandelier gleamed eerily down on the marble flooring. In the centre was a glass table with a half-empty bottle of bourbon and two crystal glasses. It was all power, indulgence and secrecy in this place.Dominic came in behind us, shutting the door with a soft click. He had held that smirk since the moment he had seen each of us, and it chilled me to my core. He was not suspicious, at least not the way we had dreaded. No, this was something else. He was enjoying this. He poured himself another drink, ice clinking against the glass, and waved at the couch. “Make yourselves comfortable, ladies.”Amelia and I exchanged glances. This was it. If we hesitated now, we would give up whatever advantage we had. In one sweeping action, we all removed our costumes. Amelia first ripped off her fake nose, then stripped away her green contact le
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 161. The Table Turned
Sierra’s POVAmelia’s patience snapped. “Enough of this bullshit!” she snarled. “Where the hell is Jordan?”Dominic studied her for a long moment, then exhaled. “Somewhere far away. Somewhere that no one will ever find him.” He tilted his head. My legs nearly gave out. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head.Dominic smirked. “Yes.”Terror clawed at my throat. I was powerless to stop my worst nightmare unfolding before my eyes. Amelia tightened her hold on my hand, a solid grip that snapped me back to reality. “Sierra, we are leaving,” she said, her voice hard.Dominic chuckled. “That’s cute. Do you think I’m going to let you walk away?”With what little strength I had left, I stood as tall as I could manage, meeting his gaze. “I will find him,” I vowed, trembling with rage as I spoke. “I don’t care what it takes. It doesn’t matter to me who you are. I will track down Jordan, and when I do, you’re going to regret every hair on his head you’ve ever laid a hand on”.Dominic’s smirk deepene
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 162. A Strange Partnership
Sierra’s POVDominic stared at me, his expression serious. “We need to be smart, Sierra. Alessandro sees it all. He’s got ears where you wouldn’t think he would.” He leaned closer. “You want Jordan back? Then we do this my way.”My hands curled into fists. “Why should I believe your way?”His gaze flicked to mine, steady, unyielding. “Because if we don’t, Jordan dies.”His tone brooked no argument, his finality not to be contradicted. My mind was reeling and I sucked in an unsteady breath. There was something in me that wanted to resist, wanted to scream, wanted to demand answers. But deep inside I knew another reality. Dominic wasn’t lying. Jordan’s life was in the balance and the only way to save him was to take that risk. I squared my shoulders. “Then let’s get to work.”Dominic’s mouth curled slightly, something that wasn’t exactly a smirk and was certainly not pleasant.“Good,” he said, standing up. “Because we do not have much time.”As Dominic rose from his seat, his eyes res
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 163. Are My Eyes Deceiving Me?
Jordan’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the first sensation that I registered was the heaviness of an unfamiliar room, weighted down, sterile, and cold. The lights above me pierced painfully through the white halos in front of my eyes and made my head throb like I had an ache. I attempted to move, and as soon as I did so, I felt something that blocked me, a kind of external force that froze my hands, what the hell?I blinked back to the surface, trying to get used to the blinding light surrounding me. As my mind cleared, I could feel the cold surface of metal underneath me, the harsh distinction from the warmth of the bed that I’d previously been accustomed to. I felt panic welling up inside me as I attempted to move my hands and realized that they were strapped down lightly, but firmly. I banged at them quizzically, trying the restraints, but they were tight enough to hold me. The panic gripped my chest, my breathing quickening as I suddenly realized, what the fuck was going on. Why w
Last Updated : 2025-03-06The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 164. The Key
Jordan’s POVWithout waiting for an answer, she turned to the male nurse and whispered something before stepping out. I sat there, fuming, my fingers trembling as I fought back rising waves of dread in my stomach. Everything was wrong and I couldn’t help it.Nothing made sense. I’d been taken from the hospital, from everything I knew, and now here I was, trapped in this cold, strange room with Elara of all people looking after and acting all calm and collected.The nurse turned several dials on the machine without his face changing as he worked. With effort, I controlled my breathing and tried to sift through the fog of confusion clouding my mind. But I sensed there was something much bigger going on, something that I wasn’t being told.If Elara, Dominic’s wife, was in on it… if she was the one behind this… then there was only one thing I knew for certain and it was the fact that I wasn’t safe.***“Let him go, Jordan.”Elara’s voice didn’t waver, but I sensed the razor sheen beyond h
Last Updated : 2025-03-06
Latest chapter
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 175. We Won
Jordan’s POVThe war didn’t end overnight. It took us months of intentional planning, restructuring and rebuilding trust.Carlos and Lorenzo Moretti not only maintained control of their syndicate but did so under stricter rules. Enough with the senseless bloodshed.” No more betrayals.Alessandro emerged as the power broker but moved to settle relations among erstwhile opponents.What about Gabriel Dravamen? He continued to be a wild card but honoured the pact. It meant Sierra would never have to see him again. He slipped away into the shadows, leaving us in peace.***I should have known that peace was an illusion. The second we made a truce, I felt the claws of the past itch at my back, lying in wait for an opportunity. The life we had struggled to break free from wasn’t going to be free easily. When our fragile new beginning unravelled, it was the enemy without who tore it apart but it was one of our own. Night had descended, cloaking the safehouse in lulling tranquillity. Sierra
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 174. A Truce Or Blood Feud
Jordan’s POVIt was a lengthy, ruthless and tumultuous struggle. Blood spotted the pavement, and the air was still tinged with gunpowder and sweat. Gabriel Dravamen’s cultists had shaken the very foundation of the city’s underworld when they turned against the men of Carlos Moretti. But now, looking at the rubble, I knew this battle would not last forever. I glanced at Sierra, her face smeared with dirt, her hair a wild tangle from their adventure, but the spark in her eyes was still bright with fierce determination. She had fought for me, she had risked everything, and I’d be damned if I was going to let her spend the rest of her life in constant fear. We had to put an end to this insane battle by hook or crook regardless of how weak I felt.“Jordan…Do you think this battle is worth it,” she asked but I looked at her and suddenly lost my words.“What do you suggest we do?” I asked her after taking time to think on her question for a few minutes.“End it. Reconcile with your enemies
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 173. To Hell With Fate
Jordan’s POVThere was a palpable tension in the night air, a heavy mix of unvoiced threats. My fingers flexed at my sides, and every muscle in my body stood up, ready to pounce. The instant the door opened on the van I sensed it. Before us, lined up like a barricade, the fleet of cars stood, their headlights casting harsh beams into the dark, illuminating the figures waiting beyond. Dressed in shades of dark, masked under darkness, armed men stood at attention. Their postures screamed discipline, precision, and most importantly, prepared to unleash hell. From the outside looking in, it was evident these were not just hired guns. They were men trained for combat, their loyalty inextinguishable, and their mission palpable. Carlos Moretti moved like a man in command, rolling the cuffs of his pricey suit as though he wasn’t in the heart of a goddamn battlefield. He flourished on chaos; it had shaped him, and if nothing else, I knew he never walked into a fight he didn’t think he coul
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 172. The Surprise
Sierra’s POVSilence enveloped us for a heartbeat, the only noise the drone of the engine and the uneven gasps of our party. Inside the van, the air was thick with anticipation and something more, something dark.Then, as my eyes adjusted to the low-light interior, I froze in my throat. In the corner sat Carlos Moretti, wearing a sleek black suit, and dark glasses on the bridge of his nose. A cigar hung limply from one side of his mouth, a thin wisp of smoke curling up to the ceiling.“You all didn’t know I was here. Well, I accept that compliment you gave earlier,” he said, “Oh, you are welcome,” he barely echoed and pumped out more smoke into the air with reckless abandon.Still talking to himself and all, he chuckled, a slow and gruff laugh that sent a shiver down my spine. It went on too long, stretching that moment into something just disgusting, something grotesque and even annoying, that made my stomach flip.I felt like reaching out to him and smacking him in the face to keep
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 171. A Narrow Escape
Sierra’s POVA sharp crack of gunfire pierced the night, and instinct kicked in. Jordan was tumbling down with me as a bullet whined past us and struck the concrete wall behind us.My pulse throbbed so violently that I feared it might rupture my ribs. Dominic was already shooting back, his responses quick and exact. Ethan drew his weapon too, well braced as he shot at the men surrounding us. “Go! Go! Go!” he shouted to his men and directed them with one hand in the air as he plunged them ahead whilst the other hand rested solidly on his gun. He looked in our direction as well and nodded his head for us to move to where the huge crates were stacked.I held Jordan and moved towards the crate whilst Ethan watched our fours ensuring we were behind the crates before going head into the battle that had been staged. I wondered where all the police vans had gone because such chaos and ceaseless firing should have bought them out of their cocoons except they had been bought over.Hiding behin
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 170. Moretti’s Men
Sierra’s POVI wrapped my arms around Jordan when balance abandoned him and he walked with me like an old man slowly finding his step. He had just been through a serious coma, and I knew he needed time to get his strength back. His body had not fully recovered, but his spirit, his fighting spirit, was as full as a young man's spirit should be. Every step we took together led us onto shaky ground, but I was unwilling to drop the thread. I wasn’t about to let anything or anyone pull him away from me again. As I led him down the sterile corridor, I kept looking back at him, asking him over and over if he was in pain. "How do you feel? Is anything bothering you? Does anywhere hurt?”We had to put up a brave front, of course, but Jordan shot me a cheeky smile with twinkling eyes that had mischief reflected in them, even with that happening.“You’re babying me too much, Sierra. I'm fine," he pouted back with love in his eyes.I couldn’t help but chuckle, though every fibre of my being wa
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 169. On The Move
Author’s POVCarlos stared blankly for a moment, trying to process the gravity of what had been revealed. But he also knew that in a game like this, someone was always behind the curtain, calling the shots. But this new player, this enigma, was the wild card he hadn’t counted on. He looked over at the door, his brain already working out the next few things. The stakes had never been higher. The fate of his family, even the power dynamic in Crystal Bay, it all was at stake and if this new player had been behind it all, the rules of the game would have changed and Carlos needed to adapt fast, or else lose it all.He walked around the room, the quietness in the area surrounding him was murky. The unknown player stuck in his mind and gnawed at him. Who were they? Why had they decided to make their move now? Because he knew all too well that everything was about power in this world, but the ones pulling the strings, those behind the scenes could make or destroy it all.His men had been
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 168. Eyes On The Target
Author’s POVOnce Lorenzo and Alessandro were gone, Carlos settled into the same chair, fingertips tapping a gentle beat against his desk as he processed the contents of the file. There was an atmosphere of tension around, and the doubts he had been trying to suppress grew louder by the second. There was no telling the moves of a man who might be willing to betray his own brother.Dominic Pierce was a wild card. But that was something Carlos could not lose, not at stake. Carlos picked up the phone off the desk and dialled a number he recalled by heart with a soft sigh. It was one of his most trusted men, a loyal veteran beyond question. Moments later, there was a click on the phone, and a voice came through to the other end.“Did you knock, boss,” the voices said, low and steady. "What’s the situation?"“I want an update,” Carlos said. His tone was steady, but there was an undercurrent of urgency. “How is it along the outside of the facility where Jordan’s being held?”There was a b
The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride 167. A Betrayal in Question
Author’s POVAlessandro had his hands clasped behind his back, standing with a proud and confident posture, but there was a glimmer of awareness in his harsh features. He was expecting this conversation. He knew Carlos would bring up his concerns, it was his nature. No victory was ever too quickly celebrated, and no ally was ever completely trusted.After a long silence, Carlos released a breath. “You’ve done well, Alessandro,” he eventually said with a smoothness that had an edge of something sharper.“Getting Dominic Pierce to play our little game was no small task. You managed to do it, and for that, I salute you.”Carlos leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold, and warm applause echoed through the crowded room. The gentleness of his tone was just a preface to something colder.“But…” he said, letting the single word hang in the air like a dangerous pause. “A brother betraying his own blood?” He cocked his head a little, studying Alessandro’s face. “A man of this sort is not to be
