Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined by The Mafia Heir : Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

JORDYNHis words cling to my skin like smoke. Heavy, lingering. Impossible to ignore.“And if I say no, that I’m not okay... are you going to do something about it, bambina?”I don’t know what burns more: the heat in his voice or the fact that I’m still thinking about what I would’ve said if I could’ve found my voice at all.Ares Russo. King of Headfucks.I watch as he strides away, his boots resonating with a hollow echo down the dimly lit hall. His shoulders are drawn tight with tension, each step radiating a controlled fury that seems to vibrate in the air around him. I remain rooted to the spot, watching him retreat, his silhouette shrinking with every step. My heart flutters wildly, pounding in my chest with a furious intensity.I feel flushed and unsteady, as though my skin doesn’t quite fit right. Like it’s stretched too tight over my frame. I can still feel the heat lingering where his fingers had gripped my arm, a s

JORDYN The uniform is tighter than I anticipated. It's made of black satin, cut high on the thighs and low at the neckline, sleeveless with a halter that fastens behind my neck. With the heels they provided, I feel taller and more exposed, as if I'm pretending to be someone else. Looking in the mirror, I hardly recognize myself. My hair is slicked back, and my makeup is heavier than usual, with lips painted a bold red that demands attention.The dressing room is compact, lined with sleek lockers and full-length mirrors. Around me, other girls are getting ready, women who move as if they’ve done this countless times. They don’t talk much, just touch up their lipstick, adjust their straps, and smile as if it's their armour. One of them, a tall blonde with stiletto heels, meets my gaze in the mirror. “It can be a little overwhelming at first, but you'll get used to it,” she advises, while applying mascara. “Just remember, don’

AREŚ With the frustration I’m currently feeling, the bag isn’t enough. It’s just not cutting it. It’s just a silent witness, absorbing my rage without protest. I need something that hits back. So, I call Dante into the ring. The basement gym in the manor is a shadowy underworld, dimly lit with flickering bulbs casting eerie shadows on the concrete walls. The air is thick with the raw scent of sweat and blood mingling with the oppressive heat, precisely the way I like it. It’s clean, brutal and real. Dante’s quick, a blur of movement, but I’m usually quicker. Tonight, though, my timing’s off, like a clock that’s lost its rhythm. He ducks under my right hook with the agility of a cat and drives a solid punch into my ribs. I grunt, barely flinch, and step back, eyes narrowed. Circling me, Dante keeps his hands up, eyes sharp and calculating. “Your head’s not here, Areś.” he states between laboured breaths. “

 JORDYN I’m beginning to think angry might be my favourite version of Areś Russo.Which probably says something deeply concerning about me, considering the way he’s stalking towards me right now.All bleak and brooding, with enough restrained fury rolling off him to send any sensible person running, and yet my traitorous eyes are too busy drinking in every gorgeous inch of him to remember I should probably be worried.He's still dressed in the same black shirt and trousers I saw him in earlier at Eden. Only now, the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing tattooed forearms pulled taut with tension. His hands flex at his sides as he walks, veins prominent beneath his skin, and somehow, the angrier he looks, the harder it is to drag my eyes away.God, this man has no business looking th

 AREŚ Jordyn doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t breathe a single sound. She just stands there, chest rising, lips parted, eyes wide, while my words hang heavy between us like thick smoke in a locked room.Volevi la mia attenzione, amore? Adesso ce l’hai.I take her in. Every inch of her. And fuck, she has no idea what she’s doing to me. No idea what it costs me to stand here and not touch her, not press her up against this door and drag that pretty little gasp from her mouth just to see if she’d beg me to stop... or beg me not to.And that’s when it hits me. That voice. Her voice.“I want it to be monumental…” My eyes drift to her soft pink lips. “…like we’ll die if we don’t give in and tas