All Chapters of Ruined by The Mafia Heir : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AREŚThe damn kitten sprawls luxuriously in her lap, as if it has always belonged there, already claiming her attention with the ease of a monarch assuming the throne.Her giggle, like a cascade of wind chimes, erupts when the kitten licks her nose, a real, unfiltered, warm laugh that scrapes against something raw and aching inside my chest.And damn it, I smile. It’s faint. Barely there, but it’s real. Because she looks so fucking soft like this. Legs curled beneath her, hair messy from sleep, cradling that furball like it’s something sacred and precious.No walls. No sharp tongue. Just light.She scratches behind its ears, nose crinkling when it purrs louder, and I swear I forget, for a split second, who I am. What I’ve done, the blood still drying on my shoulder.I forget all of it.Because of her. Because of this.She looks up then, catching me watching. And I don’t look away fast enough. Her smile falters, turning shy, a touch of pink tinting her cheeks. “What?” She asks, her voic

JORDYN“Touch me, Areś."His hands move, slow and reverent, lifting until they find the bare skin of my thighs. His palms are rough, calloused from a life I’ll probably never fully understand, but his touch is gentle. Almost... cautious.I feel his thumbs trace upward, following the curve of my thighs until the muscles beneath them tighten reflexively. My breath catches against his cheek, and I fight the quiver that cascades through me.My pulse flutters each time his large hands slide higher, just beneath the hem of my robe, where the fabric gives way to skin. My nightdress shifts with the movement, the silk cool against my back, and suddenly too much between us.His touch is grounding, too real and too warm, but it’s the way he looks at me next that truly undoes me.I lean back, just enough to meet his eyes. His stare is intense, burning almost, but not possessive. Not lustful in the way most men look. I

 AREŚ"Tell me you want me to leave. And mean it."Fuck.She's standing right in front of me, giving me the opportunity I've been demanding since the moment she walked into my life. All I have to do is tell her to go. Two fucking words, and she'll walk out of my bedroom, taking that beautiful smile and every dangerous thought I've had about her with her.It's what I should want. It's what I've been telling myself I want.So why the fuck can't I say it?"Can't do it, can you?"My eyes lift to hers, and I know I'm already too far gone.I sigh, “No, bambina. That's the fucking problem.”

AREŚ By the time I step out onto the terrace, the scent of espresso, scorched toast, and blooming rosemary fills the morning air.The table stretches long beneath the pergola, draped in white linen and flanked by meticulously arranged chairs. Sunlight dances across the crystal glasses and silver cutlery, as if even nature is expected to show its respect.It’s beautiful, it's serene, but controlled. And I know better than to trust any of it.Enzo’s already seated, stony-faced and silent beside Luciano, who sits at the head of the long table like a king surveying his court. I walk in, blood still damp beneath my bandage, shoulder screaming, but I don’t let it show as I take the chair to his right, his enforcer’s seat. The one that used to feel like power.Now it feels like a collar.His eyes veer toward me once. Assessing and sharp.“You’re late.”I take a sip of coffee that tastes like ash and veno

 JORDYNI don't look away. Not this time. Instead, I straighten my shoulders and lean forward just enough for him to hear me.“Congratulations.”I hope he hears every bit of bitterness in that single word. I hope it hurts him, even half as much as sitting here listening to his father announce his engagement has hurt me.“Uh, please excuse me. I've had far too many pastries this morning. I think I'm going to go for a walk.” I manage a smile for the benefit of everyone at the table, although the untouched pastry sitting on my plate makes me a rather terrible liar.I don't wait for anyone to respond. I turn and walk away, resisting the overwhelming urge to look back at him.I make it around the corner before the tears finally come. I wipe them away furiously, but the more I try to stop them, the worse they get. God, I'm so fucking stupid. What was I expecting? He told me exactly what he could offer, and I