All Chapters of Sinfully Yours: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I pinch myself for the third time today. How did I get so lucky? All around me, our friends and family are laughing and drinking, and my heart is completely full. The food Alma and I prepared came out excellent, and both Alessandro and Dario thanked us for it. Dario even said it was like having his mother there. I almost cried at that. Stupid hormones. Alessandro has been clinging to me, not that I mind. I'd bake biscotto and tiramisu every single day if I can keep that look of utter adoration in his eyes when he looks at me. "Check it out, my princess!" T.J. rushes up to me and shows me the drone his father helped to assemble. Yeah, I did get him the drone, and Thomas doesn't look very happy about it, but he can stick it. "Wow!" Alessandro exclaims. "That's really cool!" T.J. smiles proudly. "This can be one of my spy devices when I take care of the babies." I smile at that. He's got it in his head that he will become the bodyguard of the triplets. I think it's the cutest t

It's the first night I don't sleep in a while.I stare at Phoebe and Kevin, tightly huddled together on the small bed, and I eventually give up and get up . I find Alma in the living area watching a trashy reality show. "Can't sleep?" She asks me and switches off the T.V. I shake my head. "No. You?" She gives me a tiny smile. "I'm always restless whenever Thomas is out on a mission. Until he gets back." Until he gets back alive, is what she's leaving out. I hate just being a sitting duck, not knowing what's happening out there. "How do you do it?" I plop down next to her on the couch, looking at the rings on my finger. "How do you not go crazy?" "Who says I'm not crazy?" She smirks at me. "But T.J. keeps me sane. Whatever happens, I still have that boy who depends on me." I lay my hands protectively over my stomach. I don't want to raise my kids without their father, but if that's what I have to do, then that's what I have to do. "I've always known Thomas's job is dangerous."

It's the second night I don't sleep. Because Alessandro has not made an appearance yet. I'm worried and slightly pissed off. How hard can it be to just send me a text and let me know he's okay and fucking alive?This time, I don't even have Phoebe with me for company, but I'm elated that Kevin finally pulled his head out of his ass so she can stop being insecure about where she stands with him. Being with a powerful man sometimes sucks because they're almost never around. I suddenly miss school, because at least then I had something for me. Definitely going back to school as soon as I get the chance. Or when the triplets are a bit older. I'm not going to sit around for the rest of my life waiting on Alessandro to come back from whatever adventure he finds himself on.I hear a commotion coming from downstairs, and I immediately reach for the gun under my pillowcase. I won't be caught unarmed ever again. I quietly get out of bed and get in behind the door. I don't know if the triple

ALESSANDRO I get up at the crack of dawn, reluctantly pushing Farrah's leg from mine. This house is not as luxurious as the ones I usually stay in because my enemies wouldn't expect me to hide my family in this neighborhood. I know for a fact that the lower rungs of the mafia think I'm out of touch with what's happening in the streets. And maybe I am because I'm done doing business there. Maybe I should just hand the mafia over to Mattia. He wants it after all. But if I do that, my deal with the FBI will be null and void. They want one less mafia family to deal with, and just handing over the reins to my uncle is not going to do that. I need to squash his need to rule in the city and direct him back to where he came from. And I need to keep him the fuck away from Farrah. He seems to want everything I do, and dangling the information that Raquel is my side-piece in front of him only confirmed that. I wouldn't touch Raquel even if she was the last woman on earth. She's spoilt and

ALESSANDRO The proverbial cat is out of the bag. Yesterday, I sent Simon, the guy who covered my wedding, a tip-off that there might be suspicious activity looking a lot like human trafficking to me. I didn't expect it to make it to the actual news. Simon has a lot more pull than I thought. So now, I wait. Whittle will reach out to me sooner rather than later. He needs me to sign those purchase papers, or else he's going down the drain. I've been coming up with reasons why I'm not signing, always finding something in the contract I wanted to go over again, waiting for him to confess. What the hell was the guy thinking anyway? Did he think his illegal business would go on right under my nose after I bought the majority of his company's shares? After I take over all the operations? How stupid could he be? I rub my eyes as I lean back in my office chair. I love working corporate, and I have a talent to scout promising startups and invest in them. There have been times that some of