Todos los capítulos de RUINED BY MY BROTHER'S MAFIA BESTFRIEND: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

~~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