Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined by The Mafia Heir : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

AREŚI'm feeling an unsettling restlessness, an untamed energy surging through me like a tempest, ready to tear apart anyone who dares look at me the wrong way.My body refuses to be still, constant motion driven by vivid images of Jordyn and Matteo, pushing me to pace relentlessly across my living room like a caged animal.I've never experienced anything quite like this before. This urgent need to expel the chaos churning within me.I snatch my phone off the glass table and dial Dante, my voice clipped and commanding. "Vieni qui." Come here. Dante appears a minute later, his presence a silent acknowledgment of my turmoil. He doesn't question why I've summoned him; he doesn't need to. He stands there, watching me light another cigarette, my knuckles bruised, my eyes shadowed with intensity. It's all the explanation he requires."I need blood," I say, my voice steely and resolute.With a single nod, Dante retrieves

JORDYN The deep, resonant hum of a motorcycle pulls me from sleep. It's a sound I know all too well by now. Low, profound, and unsettlingly familiar. I sit up abruptly, the blanket slipping from my shoulders as I peer into the inky darkness. The manor is cloaked in silence, but that sound, that unmistakable, throaty growl of the Ducati, vibrates through the floor like a distant, ominous warning. Areś. I get up, moving quietly across the room, my bare feet feather-light against the cold floor as I approach the window. Moonlight spills across the yard, casting ghostly silver bands over the gravel drive, illuminating the night with an

JORDYN“I care about you, you… coglione.”I hadn’t meant to say it.Not like that.Not when things between us are already so confusing that I can barely work out whether he wants me close or on the next flight out of Sicily.But I'm not going to deny it, because it’s true. Somewhere between him repeatedly saving my arse, infuriating me beyond reason, and kissing me like he had no business putting his mouth anywhere near mine, I started caring about the bastard.

 JORDYN “This is my fault.”“No.” I barely hear him.I blink rapidly as tears begin to gather behind my eyes. “Yes, it is. If you hadn't come to Eden—”“Jordyn.”Something in the way he says my name stops me immediately. His hand turns beneath mine, his fingers closing around mine properly for the first time. I stare down at them, at the contrast of his bruised, bloodied fingers wrapped around mine, and keep my gaze there even as he speaks.“Whatever Moretti does to me is not on you.”“Yes, it is.” I fin

AREŚJordyn leans in until her nose brushes mine. I meet her halfway, both of us daring the other to close that final inch. Our lips barely brush when a loud crash from somewhere in the villa tears through the silence.Metal against stone.Jordyn flinches, and I’m already moving. The pain that rips through my shoulder barely registers as every instinct I have snaps awake.Someone is inside my house.My men are outside. Dante made sure of it himself. Which means whoever just made that noise either belongs here or somehow got through them.And nobody gets through my fucking men.“Stay here.”Jordyn catches my wrist before I can get off the bed. “Areś—”“Lock the door behind me. Don’t open it for anyone but me or Dante.”I reach beneath the nightstand, my fingers closing around cold steel. The Glock is in my hand a second later, the familiar weight settling into my palm as I chamber a round.Jordyn recoils. “Jesus Christ.”I look at her over my shoulder. All the softness from seconds ago