All Chapters of The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Leopard’s eyes burned with rage, the pain of losing his twin brother still fresh and raw. With a furious cry, he charged at Marshall.Francesco kicked Elizabeth aside and caught Brinda as she stumbled. Her body fell into his arms, and a weak but warm smile played on her lips.Marshall spun around to snatch Brinda back from Francesco—only to be met with the cold steel of a blade in his chest, driven by Leopard.“Why...?” Marshall choked out, tears spilling as he struggled to breathe.His life flashed before his eyes. But he couldn’t change a thing. He grunted, then collapsed backward. He sobbed helplessly before giving up the ghost.Scar, distracted by the unfolding chaos, let his guard down. Bullet took the chance—she wrapped a cloth tightly around his neck and, in one clean move, dropped him on his back. One of her men leapt off her shoulders and landed on Scar, plunging a blade into his chest—right into his heart.Scar’s hand t

BrindaI watched the blood pool around Valerie’s neck as she lay still on the floor, her eyes hauntingly open.Tears streamed down my cheeks before I even realized I was crying. I hadn’t known her as deeply as Francesco had, hadn’t shared as much history—but I couldn’t deny what I felt. Valerie had been kind, warm. Just her presence reminded me of the gentle bond I once shared with Sarah, my stepmother.I dropped to my knees beside Valerie’s lifeless body. Trembling, I tried to lift her into my arms, but her body slumped backward, cold and heavy. She was gone. She no longer had control over anything—not even gravity.She was always so agile, so sharp. Who would’ve thought she would end up this way, stiff and vulnerable in death?But no—this wasn’t just death. She hadn’t simply “kicked the bucket,” had she? She was murdered—brutally.I scanned her body more closely… and that’s when I saw it. The long, deep gash across her neck. My brea

BrindaFor reasons I couldn’t quite understand, I had been rolling helplessly on my bed for the past five fucking hours. I tossed, turned, sighed — then tossed again. My body was tired, but my mind was wide awake, tangled up in frustration and expectation.Bullet had knocked and tried to speak to me, but I shut her down cold. Daisy too had poked her head in, and I had sent her away with barely a word.But the only person I truly wanted to see… didn’t show up.Francesco.That son of a bitch. After everything, he didn’t come. Not even a knock. Not even a whisper through the door.I groaned in annoyance and pulled the blanket over my head, cursing myself for not locking the damn door. Maybe I could bury myself alive beneath the covers and disappear forever.But then, I felt something small — and annoyingly ticklish — creeping under the blanket near my chest. I jolted.“Benna,” I mumbled.In a blink, she yanked

Brinda “Maybe, I should fuck you like crazy, Mine.” Francesco said placing hot, sexy, and wet kisses along my jawline.His mouth only reeked of his own sperm when he kissed me brutally after I sucked him off.My mouth turned watery thinking about what was coming. “Please do!” I beg within. I wouldn’t say that loud to make him think I was that desperate, right?And what if he thinks I was desperate, I'm his, right? And, he's mine, right?He grabbed my waist then he spinned me around despite being on the sofa. My ass pressed against his cock and his fingers traveled under my dress which made me shudder. Something switched in his eyes and I understood that the night was going to be a long one. He trapped my chin in his hand and attacked me with a strong kiss. It was the type that sent shivers down my entire body. My fingers traveled along his elbow as I tugged at his lips for more. My legs wrapped around his cock tightly whic

Brinda“You’re three months gone, Mrs. Dante,” Dr. McMasters said, his voice warm and tinged with joy.My breath caught. I stared at him, stunned, while Francesco leaned down and kissed my cheek, his arm wrapping protectively around my shoulder.“Can you… Check again?” I asked hesitantly. Just three days ago, I had been in a spy mission for Francesco. This couldn’t be right.He chuckled softly and turned to Francesco. “Congratulations, Mr. Dante. Your wife will be giving you new babies very soon.”“Babies?” Francesco echoed, a wide grin spreading across his face.“Yes, babies. Twins,” he said proudly, reaching to shake Francesco’s hand.Twins.The word echoed in my head like a whisper from the heavens. Who would’ve thought I’d be back in front of Dr. McMasters again after everything? And somehow, I wasn’t angry at him anymore. He’d only done his job back then—under pressure from Marhall. If he hadn’t, he would’ve bee