Jordan's POV “Boss, your wife has been calling,” Andrew, my right hand man spoke the moment I came out of the torture room. “And you're just telling me now?!” I barked in anger as I took my phone from him in a rush. “Sir, you asked us not to disturb you whenever you were having one of your moments,” he explained but I glared at him. The thought of giving him a punch lingered in my mind but I was more interested in returning my wife's call. Days without her have been annoying and the only thing restraining me from going to Leila is the fact that I knew I would kill her the moment I set my eyes on her.Sierra is important to me but I am trying as much as I can to hide that from everyone. The reason I haven't taken the news down or even approach her fucking sister is because I want the world to continue to think she is just a fuck buddy to me. Someone I only kept around to warm my bed, that's not true but it is better the world think that way to keep the enemies far away from her. Bu
Sierra's POV I woke up to find the room empty but the cologne of Jordan still lingered in the room. I sighed before dragging myself from the bed. “Did he sleep here last night?” I asked myself as I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. Flashes of the news from last night came popping into my mind. I closed my eyes, anger evident in my eyes, the next moment I opened my eyes. I spent what felt like forever in the bathroom before I finally came out, dressed up and made my way out of the room “Good morning, ma” I hummed at the guard by the door before asking, “Did Jordan come home last night?” I knew he did, but I felt to ask. I miss him but I didn't want to let him know that. Beside, where was he last night that he got me so worried, what stupid business was he dealing with? “Yes ma'am, he came home last night” “Where is he?” I asked again. “He left early this morning” the guard replied and I clicked my tongue before walking away. I went downstairs wonderin
Sierra's Pov ‘Honeymoon’ It would have been a nice thought a few days ago when Jordan and I went shopping, or before Leila called. Now, I don't know where I am anymore or why Jordan got married to me. How can we even think of a honeymoon? “Hey, Sierra?” Dominic called to get my attention and I blinked at him. “Wow, you've been spacing out as of lately. Are you okay? You aren't even eating your meal?” Tears gathered my eyes as I thought of the responds to give to him. What should I tell him? That his brother has abandoned me like some abandoned project? Or that his brother was fucking my sister and that shameless thing is pregnant already for him. What? What exactly should I tell him? “It's… it's nothing, Dominic” I finally cleared my throat and shove a spoon of rice into my mouth. Dominic didn't eat, he was staring at me like he was reading me and I found myself shifting uncomfortably on the chair which I was sitting on. He didn't say a word for a while until I asked, “W
Jordan's POV I've never seen a family as daring as the Willows, even with their little power, they still raise their horns like they own the city. They continue to dare me, forgetting who I am, or do they think that just because I got married they could toy with my clan? Andrew had informed me early this morning that they had sent the package to the Willows late around 3 am. I didn't care and wanted to stay some more with Sierra but his next words made me get up as quickly as possible. Within fifteen minutes, I was in my car, on my way to the warehouse that those idiots had burnt down again. For some reason, I was being calm, as I wanted to focus on Sierra and her sister, but I wasn't sure I wanted to do that anymore. As much as I wanted to use wisdom to deal with my wife's sister, I still feel the anger I have towards the Willows would be directed to her. So it was better I deal with the Willows before I focus on Leila. Getting to the warehouse, they could save only a few go
Jordan's POV “And who are you to tell me what I am good at and what I am not?” I asked with a deep frown on my face. My fingers clenched as I looked at the young man in front of me. Dominic and I had never been on good terms, seeing him ‘taking care’ of my wife isn't a good thing because I know very well that he has something not so good in mind. As always, he has plans, Dominic isn't the perfect man to allow my wife to stay with. He shrugged as he continued to sip from the glass, “I don't know… it's just that she complains, all of it, I have come to know that it's something you're capable of doing.” I narrowed my eyes on him, Sierra is telling Dominic about what's going on in this house? Can't she understand that everyone in this world is against me as long as I am the Mafia Don? Including my own brother? Anyone and everyone is the enemy Can't she keep things to herself instead of telling someone that doesn't want my progress as he would take over from me if something happen
Sierra’s POV I had expected Jordan to follow right behind me, I thought as I rushed into the room, he would follow me behind but I was wrong. Like I had said, Jordan doesn’t care about me. He never wanted me, I still don’t understand why he married me. With my face on the pillow and my tears wetting the pillow, I couldn’t help but wish I hadn’t met the man I now have to call my husband. Should I divorce him? Different thought clouded my mind as I wondered if I should just end things with him or fight for my marriage. I wouldn’t deny the fact that I have come to love the man I am now married to, but if Jordan is one that cannot stay with one woman, I don’t know how I can cope. My thoughts kept going north and south when my phone began to ring, raising my face up from the pillow, I sniffed as I reached for my phone. My sour mood worsened when I saw the caller. “What do you want?” I hissed the moment I answered the call “Hi Sierra, sorry to disturb you but I have been trying to call
Jordan’s POV I stared at her watching her every move, I began to miss the few days we spent with each other without the world’s interference. I wish things would go back to the way they were. But I know it couldn’t, she doesn’t even look like one that would take my word over Dominic’s and I’m trying so hard not to order her like I do with my subordinates. “I would fix it” I promised but she looked at me in disbelief, like she doesn’t believe a word I said. “How?” came her question. Her arms still crossed and her eyes shooting lasers at me. My face immediately turned serious as I recalled the accusation her sister was placing on me. Even after telling her that I wasn’t responsible for no such thing, she still didn’t believe me. “I’ll make sure to kill her,” came my reply that caught Sierra off guard. But why should it? This is why she needs to know the kind of man she got married to, I would kill. I will definitely kill. “Excuse me?” She asked, “You would kill my sister?” “To ta
Sierra's POV Jordan's a bastard. A man that doesn't keep to his foolish promises. I hate his stupid gorgeous eyes when he tells me something and I become so foolish to believe him. I regret ever believing him in the first place! I didn't want him to pick up the call, I tried to make him forget that his phone was ringing but whoever was calling just kept calling. The minute he picked the call and the expression on his face changed, I knew he would be leaving again. “I'll be back soon” he promised before finally walking out. It was foolish enough to believe him. I believed him even when I had asked him where he was going and he said Business. I should have known that his ‘Soon’ meant the next day. The man not only didn't come home last night but didn't even call to tell me he won't come home. I slept late and woke up extremely early so I don't miss when he walks into this room but he didn't come in. It's 10 am and he isn't back here. I wanted him to look me in the eyes and expl
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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