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THIRTY-FIVE
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2026-09-10 14:01:12
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Ruined by The Mafia Heir ONE-HUNDRED-THREE
JORDYNI creep forward just enough to peer around the corner. Areś has a man pinned, his forearm pressed against the guy’s throat, a sleek black pistol pressed to the man’s eye socket.“Talk,” Areś growls. “Now.”“I, I was just—"“You think I don’t notice a shadow on my back?” His voice is lethal. “You think I won’t kill you right fucking here?”“I’m not armed—"“That’s not the question.” He shoves harder, and the man gags. “Who sent you?”The man chokes out a name. “il Don,”Areś goes still. Dangerously still.And then, just as fast, he lets the man go, but not before slamming him once, hard, against the wall.“Listen to me and listen well,” Areś grits. “When you report back to my father, you tell him she was out shopping alone. If you breathe a fucking word to my father or Enzo about seeing me with her, I’ll deliver your heart to your family in a wine box, and I won’t just stop there. I’ll wipe out your entire lineage. Do you understand me? I’m sure you know of my repute and what I’
Ruined by The Mafia Heir ONE-HUNDRED-TWO
JORDYNThe engine hasn’t even cooled beneath us when I speak.“Can you drop me in town?”Areś’s brows draw low behind his shades. “Why?”“You told me to make up an excuse to meet you, so I told Bianca I was going shopping. If I come back empty-handed, she’ll know I lied.” I hop off the bike, brushing my fingers through my hair. “I don’t want to give her any more reason to get suspicious.”His jaw tightens like I’ve just suggested setting myself on fire. “You’re not walking around town alone, Jordyn.”“I’ll be fine,” I say, but it’s weak, and we both know it.His head tilts, observing me closely behind his shades. “You’re not fine," he presses. “I’m not leaving you alone. Not when we don’t know what threat is lurking around the corner or who's watching. I’ll call Dante, and he can come with you.”My stomach tightens at the thought of his right-hand man trailing me while I shop for underwear. “Areś, I’m not going to be long. I just need to pick up a few things.”He’s not convinced; I ca
Ruined by The Mafia Heir ONE-HUNDRED-ONE
AREŚ“Bambina, hey, hey, look at me,” I murmur, steadying her against me. “What’s wrong?”“I, I don’t know,” she breathes, wincing. “Just… got really dizzy. And nauseous.”Cazzo.I guide her down slowly until she’s seated on a low step near the hearth, crouching in front of her with both hands braced around her waist.“Why didn’t you say something?” I ask, quieter now. Not angry, just worried.“I didn’t feel it until a few seconds ago. It came on fast.” I watch her carefully. Her eyes are clearer now, but her face is still pale. “I’m okay,” she says quickly, trying to wave it off.“The hell you are.”I pull off my jacket and wrap it around her shoulders, ignoring her protest.She leans into me anyway. My hand strokes slowly down her back, grounding her. “It could be a side effect of the pill. I’m taking you back so she can check you over.” I press a kiss to her temple. “Andiamo.”She pulls back just enough to look at me. “No.”I stare at her. “No?”“I’m fine, Areś.”“Sei testarda, lo
Ruined by The Mafia Heir ONE-HUNDRED
AREŚThe road narrows the deeper into Milo we go.I feel her arms tighten around me as the Ducati hums beneath us, her cheek pressed against my back like she’s trying to disappear into me. There’s no music. No talking. Just the wind, the engine, and thoughts clawing their way up my spine.I take the turn without thinking. Gravel crunches under the tyres as we leave the main road behind, slipping through the rusted iron gates that mark the edge of what used to be my mother’s world.It looks worse every time I come.The vineyard’s mostly gone now, overtaken by weeds and time. The vines stretch wild over crumbling trellises, and the house is barely standing. Ivy strangles the stone walls like they're trying to hold the place together out of sheer memory.I kill the engine.She climbs off behind me, slow and silent, pulling off the helmet and staring at the ruin in front of us.She looks around and asks, “What is this place?”I don’t answer right away. Just swing my leg off the bike and
Ruined by The Mafia Heir NINETY-NINE
JORDYN“I’ll be right here,” he says softly. “Waiting.”I walk inside, and the door clicks shut behind me.The silence inside the clinic hits different, too clean and still. Like everything sterile here has never touched the kind of mess I’m carrying in my chest.Bloody hell.What is wrong with me?Why do I feel like this?All dejected and hollow. As though something’s been stripped out of me.It’s not like I want a baby. I’m nineteen. I can barely decide what to do with my future, let alone raise an actual human being. Even when I made the reckless choice to let him finish inside me, I knew...knew that I’d be taking the morning after pill.It was never a question.No part of me is ready for motherhood. Or marriage. Or any of those things girls dream about in quiet, glittery fantasies. That’s not my life. That’s absolutely not his life.Still… this feels alot like grief.Not for a baby I don’t want, or even have, for that matter. I might not even get pregnant. But maybe for something
Ruined by The Mafia Heir NINETY-EIGHT
JORDYNThe walk to town feels longer than usual. Every step tightens the knot in my stomach. Not because I’m scared, but because of the weight of everything we didn’t really say to each other last night.My phone is silent in my pocket. No new messages. No check-ins.Bianca’s words still ring in my ears; You act different when he’s around.She has no idea. If she only knew what was really going on between us, she would lose her damn mind. The road curves at the top of the hill, and as the town comes into view, so does Areś.He’s propped against the matte black body of his Ducati as if the whole block is his personal garage. And maybe it is. The black tee is tight across his chest, tattoos coiled like dark vines under the sleeves. His eyes are hidden behind aviators, but I can feel them—and that jawline of his could cut glass.His arms are crossed. One boot propped casually against the curb. He looks calm, controlled, and deadly. And somehow…with just his presence, he makes the entire
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