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IN THE ARMS OF MY FORBIDDEN MAFIA ENEMY

IN THE ARMS OF MY FORBIDDEN MAFIA ENEMY

Mafia
last updateLast Updated : 2026-01-06
By:  Eliza DOngoing
Language: English
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Dark Romance

Heir/Heirness

Mafia

Ruthless

Forbidden Love

MxM

Revenge

Lorenzo De Luca has spent his life in the shadows of his powerful family, never the heir, never the chosen one. Then he meets Mateo Cruz, the fierce, dangerous heir of their greatest enemy. Mateo was raised to destroy the De Lucas, but Lorenzo is the one weakness he never saw coming. What begins as defiance soon turns into a passion neither man can control. In a world where betrayal means death, will they choose their families, or risk it all for each other?

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83 Chapters
Chapter 1
“You shouldn’t even be here, Lorenzo.”The words came sharper than he Intended. Alessandro De Luca didn’t raise his voice, he never had to. He had that kind of tone that carried, able to silence a room with just a few syllables.Lorenzo, leaned back in his chair, one arm slung over the backrest. He let a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth, like his brother’s scolding was nothing but a fly buzzing in his ear. “Relax, Alessandro. It’s just a meeting, not a war. I'm not here to cause any trouble.”Alessandro’s dark eyes snapped toward him. They were colder than the whiskey in front of him. “That’s where you’re wrong. With Ricardo Cruz, every wromg word you utter, is a war and if you keep running your mouth, you’ll drag this family into one we can’t afford.”Lorenzo lifted the heavy glass of whiskey from the table, turning it slowly in his hand. He took a slow sip before replying. “And yet, here we are. Pretending to play nice with a man who would slit our throats in our sleep if he had
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Chapter 2
“Explain yourself.”Ricardo’s voice cut through the room.The smell of gunpowder still hung in the air of the villa’s meeting hall. Blood stained the marble floor where one of Ricardo’s men had fallen. Outside, engines roared as guards locked down the grounds, but inside, all that was left was silence, and Ricardo’s fury.Mateo stood tall, his hands behind his back, his face unreadable. He had learned long ago that silence could be a shield.But tonight, that silence might not save him.Ricardo wasn’t looking at Alessandro De Luca, or at the soldiers waiting by the door. His eyes were fixed only on Mateo.“You had a choice,” Ricardo said, his voice calm in a way that was more dangerous than shouting. “Your job was clear. Protect me. Protect this family and yet…” His eyes moved toward Lorenzo, who stood across the room beside Alessandro, shaken but alive. “…you threw yourself in front of him.”The words hit like an accusation.Mateo’s jaw tightened. He could feel every man in the room
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Chapter 3
The night was too quiet. Lorenzo slipped out of the palazzo under the cover of darkness, a cigarette between his lips, jacket hanging loose over his shoulder. He told Alessandro he needed air. What he really needed was space.Space from the heavy weight of family loyalty. Space from the cold look in his brother’s eyes. Space from the ghost of his father that still lingered in the halls. And most of all, space from the memory that clung to him like a second skin, Mateo’s hand pulling him out of the line of fire.But space was cruel.The old port was nearly empty at this hour. The streets were slick with sea spray, lamps throwing long shadows across the stones. Lorenzo leaned against the hood of his car, flicking ash into the dark, when he heard it, footsteps. He didn’t turn. He didn’t need to.“I knew you’d come,” Lorenzo said, smoke curling from his lips.A figure stepped from the shadows. Mateo Cruz. Black suit, no tie His eyes caught the streetlight, dark, unreadable “You shouldn
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Chapter 4
“Careful, Lorenzo. You’re slipping.”The voice came from the courtyard as Lorenzo stepped back into the palazzo. He froze, fingers brushing the knife at his belt. Then he caught the tone. It was soft. Isabella. His older sister. She moved out from under the olive trees. Her hair was pinned up neatly, lips painted red, eyes glittering with secrets. Isabella De Luca always looked like she was playing a game only she knew the rules to.“You’re out late,” she said, tilting her head. “And you smell weird.Tell me, little brother, what exactly have you been doing?”Lorenzo slid on his usual smirk, pulling the mask over his face. “Walking. Since when do I need your blessing to take a breath?”“Walking,” she repeated, tasting the word like wine. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes. “Funny. I thought I saw you talking.”His chest tightened. She couldn’t know, not for sure. “To who?” he asked, too fast.Her smile deepened. “Does it matter? You’ve always been reckless. But this…” her eyes narrowed
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Chapter 5
The click echoed. Both Lorenzo and Mateo turned fast, instincts snapping to survival. A man stepped out of the shadows, pistol raised, steady as though he had been waiting for this moment. His face was hidden under a cap, his stance sharp and controlled. He wasn't some street thug. He was a damn professional.“De Luca,” the stranger said, his voice flat, touched with a northern accent. “Ricardo sends his regards.”The name cut through the air. Ricardo. How could he had found out?Lorenzo’s blood turned cold. But Mateo was already shifting. One wrong move and it would be over.Lorenzo forced a smirk back onto his face, even as his heart raced. “Tell Ricardo if he wants me dead, he should try it himself.”The gunman’s lip curled. “Orders don’t work that way.”He shifted the gun. Not at Lorenzo but at Mateo.Something inside Lorenzo snapped.“Down!” Lorenzo roared, slamming his shoulder into Mateo’s chest just as the shot cracked through the night. The bullet ripped into the hood of Lore
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Chapter 6
The café was silent, except for the soft hiss of burning tobacco. Smoke curled from Ricardo’s cigarette, wrapping around him like a veil. His black eyes didn’t blink, neither did they soften. They watched Mateo the way a hawk watched a mouse, steady, patient, already knowing the ending.Mateo kept his head bowed, but he could feel the weight of that stare pressing into him. Every muscle in his body was tight, but his face stayed calm. He had learned long ago that panic only dug the grave faster.Ricardo took another slow sip of espresso. His voice was calm, almost gentle, but it carried a threat in every word.“Mi hijo,” he said softly, “you’ve always been the one I trusted. When others failed me, you stood tall. When others lied, you stayed loyal. That is why I ask you again…” his eyes narrowed, they were dark and piercing. “who do you serve?”Mateo lifted his gaze just enough to meet his. “You, señor. Always you.”Ricardo tilted his head, studying him. “Always me.” He repeated the w
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Chapter 7
Two nights. That was all Ricardo had given him. Two nights to put Lorenzo's blood on his hands, or drown in it himself.Matteo sat alone in his apartment, the lights off, the blinds drawn. A single cigarette glowed between his fingers, the smoke curling in the air. The silence pressed heavy, broken only by the faint hum of a neighbor’s radio through the thin walls.He had thought, at first, that sleep might make the uneasiness go away. But it hadn’t. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Lorenzo.Lorenzo on the pier, his reckless grin even with a gun pointed at his head. He certainly was stupid to be joking around when something serious was going on. It was as if he was careless with his life.Lorenzo’s voice snapping, “Get off me, I don’t need saving.”Lorenzo’s eyes, bright, wild but alive, locking with his when the bullet missed by inches.Mateo ground the cigarette into the ashtray, his jaw tight.He shouldn’t be thinking about him. Not like this. Not when that same man’s name was
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Chapter 8
Two days.The city didn’t stop moving for him. The streets still buzzed with scooters, vendors still shouted about fresh bread and fish, and church bells still rang at noon. But for Mateo, every second ticked like a countdown.Ricardo’s deadline.Kill Lorenzo, or prove himself useless.The weight of that choice sat heavily in his chest as he walked through the narrow alleys toward the warehouse on Via Ferrante. The place Ricardo used for his “tests.” The place where loyalty was measured in blood.Mateo’s boots crunched over gravel. His coat was heavy, his knife hidden at his belt, his gun tucked at the back of his jeans. He knew tonight would decide his life.Inside the warehouse, men were already waiting. Ricardo sat on a wooden chair like a king on a throne, cigar smoke swirling around him. His dark eyes cut straight to Mateo the second he walked in.“You’re late,” Ricardo said, voice low but sharp.Mateo bowed his head slightly. “Traffic.”Ricardo’s lips twitched into something clo
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Chapter 9
By the time Mateo and Lorenzo stumbled into the crumbling safehouse by the docks, dawn was already creeping over the city. The room smelled of rust and sea salt, broken windows letting in cold air.Lorenzo dropped into a chair, rubbing his wrists where the rope had cut deep. “So this is your grand escape plan?” he muttered, his voice rough. “Run, hide, wait for Ricardo’s men to blow our brains out?”Mateo ignored him. He stood by the window, scanning the streets, his gun in hand even though the clip was empty. His shoulders were tight, his face hard.“We don’t stay long,” Mateo said flatly.Lorenzo scoffed. “We don’t stay long,” he repeated mockingly. “That’s your master plan? Cruz, you just turned an entire firing squad against us. Ricardo’s going to hunt us like animals, and you’re standing there acting like you can outsmart him.”Mateo’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t answer.Lorenzo leaned forward, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. “You know what the funniest part is? He’ll forgiv
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Chapter 10
Ricardo never wasted time.By the time the sun broke over the city, painting the docks in pale light, Mateo and Lorenzo were already back in the heart of Ricardo’s empire. The mansion loomed like a fortress, its iron gates yawning open to swallow them whole. Guards lined the walls, rifles gleaming in the morning haze.The car stopped, and the doors yanked open. Rough hands dragged Mateo out. His ribs screamed in pain from the night before, but he clenched his jaw, refusing to stumble. Beside him, Lorenzo cursed as a guard shoved him forward, his lip still bleeding.“Look at them,” Ricardo said lazily, flicking ash into a crystal tray. “One traitor, one enemy and yet, here they kneel.”Laughter rippled around the table, low and cruel.Lorenzo spat blood onto the marble. “You think this is power?” he sneered. “Making men crawl? My brother…..”Ricardo’s hand lifted, and a guard slammed a fist into Lorenzo’s gut before he could finish. The boy doubled over, gasping for breath.“Your broth
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