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All Chapters of The Mafia's Kingpin's Arranged Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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091. A Pimple?

Sierra’s POVJordan’s loud command seared through the stillness of the moment. “Let’s move! Now! Before the darkness catches up with us,” he barked, his voice ricocheting off the empty walls. There was no room for pressure in his tone.Within minutes, the steady whirl of a helicopter’s blades penetrated the space, drowning out any last-minute trepidations or second thoughts. Dust and debris whirled about us as the chopper closed in, its huge blades gnashing the air with a grating, mechanical whirr. One after the other, we got into the cabin, the space inside was enough to take us all but the weight of everything we hadn’t said hovered like an unseen fog.Amelia slid into the seat next to me, clutching her knees as if trying to hold herself together. On her other side, Luca was stiff and silent, jaw clenched, gaze fixed on the window as though the darkening horizon contained all the answers he needed.Jordan settled across from us, his height folding uncomfortably into the tight space
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092. The Wrath of Moretti

Author’s POV The scene starts in a dark room with the weak brightness of one overhead light making stretched, sinister shadows on the grimy walls. The air was filled with the pungent odour of cigar smoke curling slowly around Moretti who sat in the huge leather chair in the middle of the room. Clad in an elegant black suit mind, he faced away from Alessandro, who stood there bedraggled and beaten. Alessandro’s breaths were shallow and ragged. His shirt, once so pristine, was now tattered and smeared with blood, clinging to a body soaked in sweat but on this night, even in his own battered state, he sounded desperate, his voice quaking just enough to convey the agony of his unsoundness. “Please,” Alessandro stuttered, his voice urgent and scared. “I was ambushed. I didn’t see them responding that soon. It wasn’t... It wasn’t meant to be like this.” The figure in black offered no immediate response. The only sound in the room had been the soft crackling of the Cohiba cigar
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093. Why Luca?

Author’s POVMoretti leaned back, the leather chair creaking lightly beneath him, watching Alessandro’s retreating body. His ice-cold, calculating gaze tracked every step he took, his fingers drumming a phantom beat against the armrest of his chair. But just as Alessandro got to the door, Moretti lifted his right hand, and his voice sliced through the silence like a knife.“Wait,” he said sharply.Alessandro froze as the hand of Moretti’s guard extended toward the door handle to block him from exiting. His breath hitched up and a cold sweat formed on his brow. He turned slowly, fear pooling in his stomach. There was a danger there, in Moretti’s voice, one that Alessandro recognized all too well.“Get your ass back here,” Moretti said, his manner calm but filled with menace.Alessandro complied, his limbs heavy as lead as he stepped back toward the statured figure. He halted a few feet from Moretti, his head turned down, unable to meet the detective’s penetrating stare.Moretti’s li
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094. Catching Up

Jordan’s POVI knew I should have assisted Sierra in disembarking the helicopter, but for reasons I couldn’t fully lay fingers on, I found myself walking away. My boots crunched on the gravel as I walked toward the pilot, my thoughts jagged. Sierra’s face flashed in my memory, her wide, poppy-like eyes glimmered. Whenever I saw them, they seemed to hold some secret message for just me. And it wasn’t the first time I’d witnessed that look, a glimmer that suggested something secret. It was a silent wish she never said aloud, a gentle demand she’d sooner bear alone than say to another person and yet, she didn’t have to say it. I always knew.It was like a cold wind suddenly hitting me and freezing me in my tracks. I spun on my heels, eyes flicking around the area surrounding the helicopter. There she was, standing just outside the open cabin door, one hand gripping the frame for balance. The golden glimmer of the setting sun painted her silhouette as amber and gold danced across her w
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095. Bossom Heat

Sierra’s POV He took my hand in his, his fingers slipping through mine. “You already do,” he said. We sat that way for a moment, the silence between us not heavy now but reassuring. For that moment his hand was in mine, the world beyond was forgotten, and I felt a peace I hadn’t experienced in weeks. I knew without a doubt that as long as we had one another, we could face whatever came next. “Jordan,” I called out, my voice tender but firm. “I have to speak with you about Luca.” He lifted an eyebrow, now fully engaged with me. “What about him?” he said, his tone steady, but instilled with curiosity. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm the emotions swelling beneath the surface. “I’m concerned about him,” I said. “He seems distant and bothered. It feels like he is going to disengage from the world. He was always so obnoxious, so confident, and now not… now I’m not even sure….” My voice trailed off. Jordan placed his cup lightly on the tabletop and stood. He approach
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096. What's on His Mind?

Sierra’s POV As we moved out to the fireplace in the living room, Luca excused himself to go take a piss in his room. I feared that he might not return, so, I sat by the fireplace and stared into the flickering flames. Jordan’s words played over in my head like a scratched record: “Leave Luca and focus on ourselves for now”. How can I possibly do that when I know he is such a sweet kid? I know that Jordan loves him with all he’s got and is also bothered about his mental health but it seems that Luca was given a heavy dose of information which he doesn’t know how to handle yet. I was lost in my own thoughts thinking of how I was going to protect Luca from something I couldn’t even put an end to. The sound of light footsteps behind me broke my train of thought. I glanced around to find Luca leaning on the doorframe, hands shoved into his pockets, his head cast down a little bit. “Hey, kiddo,” I said gently, as casually as I could muster. “Come join me.” He shook his head but did n
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097. Who is She?

Sierra’s POV The next morning, I woke up to find out that Jordan had left. The warmth still on his side of the bed told me he hadn’t left long ago, but he’d snuck out without a sound. There was a note on the nightstand that drew me in: “Gone to handle some things. Don’t wait up. Love you.” I looked down at the note, prickles of unease dancing across my skin. Jordan rarely left without telling me his intentions in person. Something about the vagueness of “handle some things” rubbed the wrong way. I wanted to see how Luca was doing, so I throttled to his room, I knocked gently on his door and waited for a reply. None came. “Luca?” I called, pushing the door open. The room was empty. His bed had been made, and his backpack was missing. I felt a surge of panic wash over me. I rushed downstairs, asking the first guard I came across if he had seen Luca leave. “Around an hour ago,” the guard said. “He said he was going to the training grounds.” I felt a momentary sense of reli
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098. You Two?

Sierra’s POVThe guards eventually released the woman but their reluctance was almost something else. She stumbled a little and righted herself before adjusting the strap of her threadbare bag. Her hair fell messily in front of her face, but as she looked up, I saw sharp features and piercing green eyes. She was more out of place than anyone I had ever seen in the sparring arena, her clothes were practically torn, and she had a wildness to her that stood out in the crowd of polished fighters and trainers. But there was something in the way she looked at the people in the room, a confidence or maybe a defiance, that transfixed the room.“Thank you,” she said, low but strong. She took a quick look at me, then Amelia,  as if assessing how much trouble she had given.“Who are you?” I inquired, stepping forward. My tone wasn’t hostile, but I made sure it exuded enough authority to elicit a response.With that, the woman squared her shoulders and pushed her hair off of her face. “My name’
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99. Shadows of the Past

Sierra’s POV“What was that I saw in there, Amelia?” “It’s nothing,” she dismissed with a wave of her hands and threw her face away.“Don’t tell me you are considering having a fling with Brandon. For crying out loud, you are married to a great man. What else are you looking for?” I spoke with so much passion and from a place of pain.“How come I didn’t see this all along? How long has this been going on, Amelia? Amelia”“Hey! Stop probing me. You aren’t my mother!” she spat and walked away furiouslyAs Amelia got lost in the crowd, I couldn’t help but look back. There was something about her presence that just gnawed at me, but it was more than just the tension of the situation or the presence of Elara. It was the warmth and how Brandon talked to Elara that got me, the whole situation had some almost eerie resemblance to someone I never thought I’d be thinking of treating me in the past.The picture of Dominic hit me with the force of a tidal wave. His easy smile, the mischievous t
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100. Accusations

Sierra’s POVI wheeled my cart down the bright aisles of a shopping cart, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above me. The distant taste of air conditioning interrupted by the clatter of customers was in some way reassuring. This was also rare, but Luca went inside with me. Usually, he’d invent some excuse to wait in the car, absorbed in his phone or sketchpad.I looked back to find him lounging against the counter near the entrance, scrolling through whatever was on his phone. His appearance, while unusual, was comforting. It was difficult a few days ago, and any indication he was interested in staying close was a modest victory.“Stay where I can see you,” I said lightly, although I knew he wouldn’t wander far. As I walked down the aisles, I selected items with care, plucking fresh vegetables, a carton of milk, and a loaf of bread. I thought of dinner, there was a thick stew, maybe, something that would have enticed Jordan to the table, both physically and emotionally.As I r
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