Dangerous Mafia King

Lucian yanked off his tie and tossed it carelessly to the floor. As his towering shadow loomed over me, I suddenly flashed a seductive smile and threw myself into his arms, kissing him feverishly.

After three years by his side, I knew him too well. He was possessive, domineering—but he had never been interested in women who willingly threw themselves at him. If I kept resisting, he would undoubtedly pin me down and punish me mercilessly. But if I acted desperate for his attention, he would assume that everything I had done just now was merely an attempt to seduce him.

Sure enough, he shoved me away with an icy glare. "Sienna, you really will do anything to get my attention, won't you?"

I staggered backward, my back slamming into the cabinet. A sharp pain shot through my waist, but I had no time to worry about that. I had to keep playing my part. "Lucian, I really love you! Just sleep with me once!"

"Enough!" He cut me off and turned toward the door, calling out, "Get in here!"

The door swung open instantly, and two of his men stepped inside. Without even looking at me, Lucian ordered coldly, "Throw her out. Let her reflect on her actions."

Each of his men grabbed one of my arms, dragging me toward the door. I thrashed against their grip, screaming, "Lucian! Just sleep with me once! I can keep pretending I have feelings for someone else if that's what turns you on! Just one night—"

"What the hell are you waiting for? Get her out of my sight!" Lucian barked at his men.

The next thing I knew, I was thrown out onto the stone steps outside the mansion. The iron gates slammed shut behind me with a deafening clang. I winced, rubbing my sore wrist, but for the first time that night, I felt a small sense of relief.

My thoughts couldn't help but drift back to the first time I met Lucian. That day…

I stood at the entrance of the alley, gripping a bouquet of red roses tightly in my hands. Each petal was full, each bloom carefully chosen. Their fragrance was rich, soothing.

I took a deep breath, running through the confession I had prepared.

"Mr. Sterling, from the moment I first saw you, I…"

No, too stiff.

"Dearest Lucian, my heart beats only for you…"

No, too cringeworthy.

I was still struggling when I suddenly heard voices from inside the alley. It's Lucian's voice.

I quickly smoothed my hair, steadied my nerves, and stepped forward with the roses held high.

"Mr. Sterling, I've fallen in love with you at first sight—"

Before I could finish, a gunshot tore through the air, its deafening roar shaking my eardrums.

I froze.

A man collapsed to the ground before me, blood pooling beneath him. Smoke curled from the barrel of Lucian's gun.

The roses slipped from my fingers, landing in the crimson puddle. The fresh petals absorbed the blood, turning a shade even deeper than before.

Lucian turned his head toward me, his amber eyes gleaming in the dim alleyway—dangerous, unreadable. Slowly, he pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away the stray droplets of blood that had splattered onto his sleeve.

His voice was calm, almost lazy. "Another assassin? And now they're trying the honey trap approach?"

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to continue. "Mr. Sterling, I… I've fallen in love with you at first sight… I want to sleep with you…"

A burst of laughter broke the tense silence.

"Boss, this woman is an idiot." Lucian's right-hand man, Damian, smirked. "If she's gonna make up a story, she should at least pick a more believable one. Who in their right mind would fall for you at first sight?"

Lucian didn't laugh.

Instead, he stepped toward me, his leather shoes clicking against the blood-slicked ground. The sound sent a chill down my spine.

I instinctively retreated until my back hit the cold brick wall.

"Is that so?" He reached out, tilting my chin up with his fingers. His gun pressed against my temple. "Then tell me—what exactly do you love about me?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my heart pounding so fast it threatened to leap out of my chest.

And then, in a moment of sheer insanity—perhaps driven by terror, perhaps by desperation—I lunged forward, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Lucian stiffened.

For a brief moment, I felt his breath hitch, his entire body frozen in place.

Then—

Another gunshot.

I jolted, breaking away in shock.

Damian staggered back, clutching his chest. Blood seeped through his fingers as he stared at Lucian, wide-eyed, disbelieving.

Lucian glanced at his own gun, then at Damian's body.

Then, he laughed. "Oops. Accidental discharge."

I stood there, trembling from head to toe.

Lucian holstered his gun and pulled me into his arms.

"What's your name?"

"Sien… Sienna…"

"Good, Sienna." His fingers traced my lips, a ghost of a smile playing on his. "You just got my most trusted lieutenant killed. That's a grave mistake. And you're going to pay for it."

Lucian's men surrounded me, their gazes sharp with hostility.

"Boss, she got Damian killed. She has to die for this."

"Yeah, throw her into the ocean. Let the sharks have her."

They argued over my fate, listing a thousand ways to dispose of me.

Finally, Lucian spoke.

"Die? That's too easy." His voice was calm, almost thoughtful. "She'll live—to atone for what she's done."

And just like that, he spared my life.

But in doing so, he condemned me to a different kind of hell.

I was thrown into the maid's quarters of Lucian's mansion. Each morning at dawn, his men would drag me out and march me to Damian's grave.

"Doesn't look like you're repenting at all," they would sneer. "Poor Damian died without ever seeing a woman naked. Maybe if you strip right here, it'll make up for it."

I wanted to resist. But every time I hesitated, they would press the gun against my temple and remind me—"You're the reason he's dead."

So I obeyed.

Only when I did as they asked would they finally nod in satisfaction and haul me back to the estate to begin my daily "chores."

I scrubbed floors from dawn till dusk.

The moment I finished cleaning a spot, someone would spill coffee over it.

"Oops," they'd smirk. "Guess you'll have to do it again."

I bit my tongue and started over.

Before I could finish, a bucket of dirty water was dumped over me.

"You were looking filthy anyway," they laughed. "Consider it a free bath."

Dripping wet, my clothes clinging to my skin, I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms.

Lucian knew.

He knew everything, and he did nothing.

"Remember, it was your fault Damian died." he murmured, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes, "You're a sinner, Sienna. And this is the price you pay."