All Chapters of The Mafia's Plaything: His To Ruin: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Brinda Her green eyes locked onto mine and I looked away trying to avoid her gaze at all cost. “Hello, ma'am.” “Go greet your mother in hell.” The woman responded while she laughed with bitterness. “My mouth is sore just from looking at you.” I raised my head and looked into her eyes carefully. There was something in them — Something that drew me to her but she was unwelcoming. It was as though she was a part of me. Like… I have seen her before or we have been together sometime. But where? Those eyes of hers are pretty, man. “I'm sorry, ma'am. I will just leave.” I apologized before I ran towards the stairs ready to avoid her completely but long can I avoid her while she stays here? Who says she is staying here? Stop assuming, Brinda. “Was it done successfully?” Francesco asked suddenly.“Yes, Don.” I replied. “I can't believe that is the little dead rat that has been giving you headaches. Once she's done with her job, send her to the jaws of death. I hate her face and person

Francesco “How could you do this to me?” That was the thought that crossed my mind when my father's brother told us that my father had given sixty percent of his shares to a fucking Motherless Babies Home. My jaw dropped, leaving my mouth hanging open in stunned silence. My eyes were like saucers, frozen in a permanent state of horror. I have just been rendered speechless completely, my mind reeling with the implications of what my father had done. He betrayed me. How can I even say that he betrayed me? I am not his biological son. I am just an adopted stranger who was brought into the family overnight.Why should I have thought he would care about me? I am just here to do his dirty work, right? No wonder he only gave me his empire and forty percent of his shares. What a cruel man. “Your father also was responsible for the death of Marshall's father, the head of the Fernandez family.” Joshua said with a sly smile on his face. If there was anyone who would be much happier wit

BrindaEvery step Francesco took towards me made my heartbeat increase but I composed myself and remained seated on the floor. When he reached where I sat, he cupped my chin with his right hand. “My body is candy that you can't resist. If not, you would not have looked at me till your face got red.” Speaking of getting caught red-handed.“What the fuck are you saying?” I asked him trying to play innocent but he dragged me up gently. His hands wrapped around my waist then he pulled me in closer to his body, his breath brushing past my face repeatedly while he stared into my eyes. If it was five years ago, I would have felt something but not anymore. I can feel nothing but unease while being in his arms. His eyes did not leave mine while he stared into it — Evil, cruel and intense with no good intention.“Damsel, why did you allow Joshua to touch you earlier?” He questioned. I rolled my ears before I chuckled, “He is nice. And of course, he's cool. And with the way I saw him…” I lef

The violent release of gun shots rented the air along the thick forest that leads to the main road just a few kilometres from the Dante’s mansion. The route has always been where the Dante's used to transport their illegal hard drug business since they moved to New York.Scar, Marshall's right hand man, moved swiftly like an agile predator, his assault relentless on Francesco's men. He slaughtered their throats and paved his way to the truck in the middle. Lightning flashed above and thunder struck, hinting at the impending rain which would come with a violent storm. The air was thick with the stench of gun oil, sweat, and something metallic — blood.Five men faced off, their bodies tense, their weapons glinting under the sickly glow of the moon.A broad-shouldered man with a jagged scar running from his temple to his jaw, held a serrated knife in one hand and a pistol in the other. Across from him, another man adjusted his grip on a pump-action shotgun, the barrel swinging between

With Brinda in his arms, Francesco stepped into the grand entrance of the Dante Mansion. Rainwater dripped from their soaked clothes, forming a small puddle beneath his boots. The dim chandelier lights reflected off the marble floors, casting eerie shadows on the walls.Brinda coughed, her body trembling slightly against his chest. As Francesco strode deeper into the mansion, she shifted slightly. “Francesco… put me down. Your mother will…”“Don’t worry about her,” he cut in, his voice firm.She sighed but didn’t protest further, her fingers tightening around his damp shirt as he carried her up the stairs.A sharp intake of breath came from one of Francesco's men. He was tending to Guerrero’s reopened bleeding wound in the corner of the living room.“Should I prepare some warm water for you?”Francesco’s lips twitched into a small smile which is something rare. “Yes, please.”Brinda remained silent, keeping her hold on his shoulder while he climbed the stairs with careful precision, a