Semua Bab Twisted desires : Bab 11 - Bab 16

Sienna pressed the phone closer to her ear, exhaling heavily as she paced her hotel room. The warm glow of Berlin’s city lights bled through the sheer curtains, but her mind was elsewhere—still stuck in the storm of everything that had happened in the last few days. “…I swear, you sound like you’re one second away from throwing yourself off a bridge,” Ariana’s voice teased through the phone, a playful lilt cutting through Sienna’s tangled thoughts. Sienna rolled her eyes, dropping onto the bed. “I’m not that dramatic.” “Not outwardly, maybe. But I know you, babe. You’re overthinking again.” Sienna stared at the ceiling. “How am I not supposed to? My life is a mess. My boss might be a psychopath, Alessandro Moretti is… whatever the hell he is, and I feel like I’ve stepped into a game where everyone knows the rules but me.” Ariana sighed. “Look, if you ask me, this is all a test of loyalty. Mildred is trying to see if you’ll break or hold your own. He’s probably watching you, wai

Alessandro never should have agreed to this meeting. He had known from the start that the Volkovs wouldn’t play fair, but he had allowed them to set the location anyway. It wasn’t out of trust—it was because he wanted to see how far they’d go to deceive him. And now, he had his answer. Luca sat across from him in the back of the sleek black Range Rover, his expression as unreadable as ever. He had arrived in Berlin on Alessandro’s orders, leaving the twins at a safe house outside the city. Alessandro needed his right-hand man close—especially with the Volkovs pushing him into war. Alessandro took a slow sip of whiskey as he pressed his phone to his ear. The call clicked. “Moretti.” Nikolai Volkov, second-in-command of the Bratva, always answered the same way—flat, unimpressed, like Alessandro was wasting his time. Alessandro smirked. “Let’s keep this short, Nikolai. I don’t have all night.” Nikolai let out a low chuckle, devoid of humor. “No pleasantries? You did blow up fou

Alessandro stood at the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze locked onto the city below. The city pulsed with life, a symphony of neon lights and restless motion. Towering billboards bathed the streets in electric hues—crimson, sapphire, and gold—reflecting off sleek cars that weaved through the traffic like shimmering fish in a fast-moving current, but his mind was elsewhere—trapped in the storm of unanswered questions swirling in his head. Mildred Volkov wanted Sienna. Why? That single thought had been gnawing at him ever since the firefight at the club. He had sent his men after her, had ordered them to take her alive. That wasn’t coincidence. That wasn’t business. That was personal. And Alessandro didn’t like what that meant. The door to his office opened, and Luca stepped inside. Alessandro didn’t turn. “You care to explain to me what just happened?” Luca’s voice was sharp, edged with something dangerous. Alessandro