Semua Bab CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND): Bab 1 - Bab 9

Myra.There were five members in the Kingsmen club, each of them a dominant representative of the five most powerful Mafia families in the whole of New York city or better the entire freaking country. They were feared by not just ordinary civilians but people who even are a part of the mafia were scared of them and many more hated them because of how much havoc they caused as a team or a gang–whatever. It wasn’t enough that the five of them independently were living mayhem, but together as one entity was the scariest and the biggest wave to hit the Mafia climate. Not only were they unstoppable together but their individual factions grew even more, even to the extent that most people were willingly, no, literally begging to form alliances with our family because my brother was part of them. Today just like other days they were the top trending topics in New York city, and the 2nd most spoken about topic in America as a whole. My brother had always been hellbent on protecting me from w

MYRA“Fuck no, Dad!” Luca's voice thundered as the dining room door flew open and slammed it back against the wall with a crack that made me jump. Luca stood there his eyes solely fixed on my dad’s, breathing like he’d just run a mile. His shirt was badly rumpled, there was a fresh, bleeding cut on his cheek and his knuckle was busted and bleeding. Did he get in a fight with someone again? My father’s face went from calm to stone in a second. “Luca, sit down. And speak to me respectfully.” “Hell no, Dad! There is no way in hell I’m letting you do this to her! She’s till young, for fuck’s sake! And you are just…selling her off!”“I am not selling her off!” My father replied– his voice low and dangerous, I could feel the anger raging from the vibration that came with every word. Luca and Dad rarely ever argued but whenever they did it was like they would continue till they burned down the house. “You need to stop acting like you don’t know how this works. You know better than anyone t

ZyranWhen Luca asked me, I didn’t react. My face, as always, was a blank page. But inside, the world cracked open.They were in the back room of The Vault, the Kingsmen’s most secure lounge. The meeting was over. Cristian was pouring drinks, telling a loud, crude story. Lorenzo was checking his phone. Dante was just a shadow in the corner. Luca had pulled him aside, his usual charm replaced by a raw, desperate energy.“I need a favor, Vin. A big one.”I paused, but then continued sipping his bourbon.Lucs wasn't known for asking for many Favors so it made him wonder what the matter was. Favors in their world were currency. He expected a request for some ammunition, for a strategic strike against a rival, for a problem to disappear, a strategy fo their next attack on those serpents. “It’s Myra.”The name was a live wire dropped into still water. I didn’t flinch. I took another slow sip, letting the burn ground him. “What about her?”Luca ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of pure

Myra Luca was leaning against the wall opposite, arms crossed. He’d changed his shirt, but the cut on his cheekbone was an angry red mark. He just can't get away from injuries, can he?“Why were you in there so long?” he asked, his eyes scanning my face. “You okay?”I could still feel the ghost of the plastic razor against my palm. I made myself smile, a little too wide. “Yeah. Fine. Just… freshening up. It took a while.” I waved a vague hand toward my face, as if explaining an elaborate skincare routine.He watched me for a second longer, then nodded, accepting the lie. That was the thing about Luca. He saw so much in the business world, every angle, every deception. But with me, he wanted to believe the best. He wanted the story where I was just his little sister, worrying about my hair.“Okay,” he said, pushing off the wall. “Listen, Zyran’s coming over tomorrow night. For dinner.”A cold knot formed in my stomach. “Tomorrow? So soon?”“No time to waste. Dad’s already making call

MyraI woke up with my head feeling like someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Repeatedly.Sunlight streamed through the gaps in my curtains, painfully bright, and I groaned, pulling my pillow over my face. Every small movement sent waves of nausea through my stomach. This was why I didn't drink. This exact feeling right here.Memories from last night filtered through the fog in my brain. The club. The dancing. Arabella's laugh. And then—oh God. Zyran. The way he'd shut down the entire club like it was nothing. The car ride home. Had I really said all those things to him? About cages and existing and—I sat up too fast and immediately regretted it, pressing my palm to my forehead. My mouth tasted like something had died in it, and I was still wearing last night's clothes, my makeup probably smeared across my face like a raccoon.A soft knock on my door made me wince."Myra? Are you awake?" My mother's voice, tentative and careful.Guilt crashed over me, mixing badly with the hangove