All Chapters of RUINED BY MY BROTHER'S MAFIA BESTFRIEND: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~~Rafael~~"I don't know who wronged you, Don," Griffin pleads.Nobody answers him.Lorenzo sits to Father's left, his glass still half full, a knife gliding lazily across his knuckles. He has thick, slicked-back black hair, thin glasses, a crisp button-up rolled to his elbows. The kind of man who looks like an accountant until he doesn't.Beside him sits Marco, silver at his temples, the only one in the room smiling at Griffin like he isn't bleeding through his shirt. He nods and pushes an empty glass toward me.I pour myself a shot of whiskey and don't look at Griffin."Rafael, you know Griffin."A slight nod in his direction. That's all he gets."Griffin here is going to tell us a secret, aren't you, Griffin?" The knife stops gliding. Lorenzo's eyes drift to the wounded man with something close to boredom."I don't know his name, padre. I swear it.""You hear that, Don? He begs for mercy." The knife leaves Lorenzo's hand and finds Griffin's shoulder. The scream that follows rattles

~~Rafael~~"Don't tell me you're done already, Sofia."She stares up at me wide-eyed, still catching her breath, and I can't help the smirk that pulls at my lips."I'm not done with you yet."She giggles, that soft, unguarded sound that does something inconvenient to my chest and I take my time crossing back to her, unbuttoning my jeans slowly, letting my eyes move over her the way I've wanted to since the first moment I saw her at that pool.She is breathtaking. Completely, unfairly breathtaking.Her green eyes are wide and glazed, lips parted, still flushed from her first orgasm. Her hair fans out across the pillow in loose waves. She watches me with a mixture of wanting and not quite knowing what she's wanting, and that look alone is enough to undo me.I push my jeans down and she makes a soft sound, surprise, maybe nerves and I feel her gaze move over me like a question she hasn't decided to ask yet.She reaches for me, and I shake my head."Next time." I stroke myself slowly, wat

~~Rafael~~"Sofia," Donato Romano booms. "Thank you for joining us."Sofia had put her blonde hair up in a twisted bun with small tendrils framing her face. Her eyes are downcast as she flashes her father an apologetic smile."Sorry, Papa." She kisses her father on the cheek, her eyes darting over to mine nervously before narrowing in on the seat between Francesca and me.My mother is at the head of the table in Father's absence while Donato has taken the opposite head. My brothers Rafe and Dario are arguing over something I'm sure is of a lot less importance than the fact that Sofia looks delectable in her dress. Her tits bubble over the V-cut, and I have to readjust myself as she whispers in her father's ear."Come on. Sit, Sofia." Francesca teases, and I raise an eyebrow at Sofia. She turns away from me. A rush of vanilla flows over me as she sits next to me, slightly moving away. A light chuckle erupts in my chest, but before I can respond, my mother clinks her glass."Thank you f

~~Rafael~~Sofia.My sunshine. My light in the dark. She stares at me with her doe eyes and concern wrinkling her forehead.I want to kiss the worry away and tell her I am okay. But I can't lie to her.Why did I do this? Why, when I feel myself being pulled to the depths of hell, do I want her?Her eyes are trained on the red splotches across my collar shirt, and I curse myself for letting her see me like this. Mafia women are sheltered from the darker aspects of this life, but Sofia makes me want to pour all of myself into her."Rafael," she whispers, approaching me like a wounded predator."I did it."That's all I know to say. I did it. The devil came, and I did his bidding.Sofia's sweater slips down her shoulder as she kneels between my legs. I want to run my teeth across her collarbone, but the concern in her eyes makes me keep my hands to myself."You did what?" Her hands shake as she slides them into mine."I killed the mole."The air becomes dense with silence, and I hold my t

~~Rafael~~I have been avoiding Father for weeks now.He is allowing me to do so too, letting me stew in my feelings, only sending me to do light grunt work. Enzo hasn't tried to kill me, so I guess that's great. And my father has not mentioned Sofia, meaning he doesn't know about us, which is also great news.Sofia has only contacted me twice: first to tell me her family didn't kill her, and second to ask to see me. I haven't responded to either text. But it's all I can think about as I wait patiently for my father to finish a conversation with his right-hand man, Lorenzo, in hush whispers in the hallway of the small house where the De Luca family has all its meetings.Moments later, Father enters, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt with a grunt as he throws himself into the chair behind his mahogany desk. He looks worse than before. His skin looks paper thin and gray, with large bags gathering under his eyes as if he hasn't slept in centuries."Father, are you-?"He raises his