All Chapters of RUINED BY THE MAFIA CEO : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

BRITTANY'S POV    Diego dropped everything in his hands and got to work. The wall just beside the door seemed to be the best option and worked as the perfect spot to install the television.     Diego took off his shirt too quickly without thinking about the room full of women. A loud “Ooh” escaped Margie's lips as her eyes were drawn to the sight of Diego standing shirtless in the room.    Ria snorted, “What's this? Would you put your shirt back on, please? You're grossing me out.” she mumbled and threw a bag of chips at his head.    He turned to glare at her without saying a word and his eyes drifted to Margie. She smiled suggestively and batted her lashes at him as lay spread out on the blanket, her chin resting on her folded hands.    “I love the view, keep going.” She murmured. Ria snorted and glared at Di

BRITTANY'S POV    Penny finished gathering up all the trash and rearranging the room and she dumped everything in the trash can and came to sit beside Margie on the floor at the edge of the bed.    I was lying down now, facing the door, my face close to their heads. The room was quiet aside Ria’s soft snoring.    Margie’s eyes kept drifting toward the door Diego had walked out from moments ago.  “You miss him that much already?” I asked in a teasing voice and she snorted and turned her head slightly to glare at me.    “I'm just worried, bitch.” She mumbled.     Yeah, I was too but I didn't want to have to worry anymore. We could talk about something…anything to get our minds off everything that had happened so far.    It's only been a day since I woke up but everyth

DIEGO'S POV      I walked through the familiar hallway as I headed into the club. I nodded back in greeting at the men stationed outside and along the hallways.    It felt good to be back, I hoped I didn't have to deal with any disturbances like earlier anymore.    If I had to stay up one more night, hell, I would lose it. I got to the elevator and walked in as it opened. I hit the last button and the elevator started to go down.     I didn't meet the Don and Zayne hardly talked enough for me to have heard much about the former gang leader from him.    But everything I knew about him, I heard from gossip, and from Fred, the gang's doctor who had been good friends with the Don and treated Zayne like a son.    It was also from Fred that I heard everything about Zayne’s childhood, his mom and how he

ZAYNE'S POV       Fred was right. I had no idea if I was pissed off because someone else was right or about the fact that I really couldn't have done anything for her.    I've been through shit these past week. I've been chasing down leads to underground hellholes, alleys, hidden tunnels, you name it.    Anywhere at all someone could make a hideout and still nothing. I was bruised in places I probably didn't know yet.    And I hadn't shaved or had a proper shower in days. I just got back from chasing down another lead at a club which was a front for gang activities.    It was not just the gang I was looking for. Instead of Greg, I ran into another rival, but smaller gang.    Hell broke loose and for almost a day, we were tied in a shoot out before we eventually squashed them.  &nbs

BRITTANY'S POV       “I'm Marcel.” He was introducing himself. I let out a dramatic sigh and turned to him.    Mar what? Maltese? Was his name really Maltese? Hell, I was tripping bad. I giggled for absolutely no reason.    “That's a really weird name for a human. Is it because you look like a maltese?” I asked, giggling stupidly my words slurring.    What the hell was wrong with me? I'm not a lightweight. I've tried almost every drink thanks to Margie even though I knew I wasn't good with the names.    Margie worked at a club part-time for a while and she had us drink a lot, mixing drinks and all that whenever she was in the mood. I mean, she basically forced me to take alcohol more often than I liked.    I built up a tolerance for it so I wasn't exactly a lightweight. I only st