All Chapters of Mafia's Redemption: ILYA: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

꧁ This story is pure fiction ꧂WILLAIt’s been a while since I last sat before the blank canvas and painted. For me, painting isn’t just a hobby. It’s my passion— it helps me when I’m stressed. It makes me focus and also boosts my self-esteem.But I lost inspiration. I lost that spark.Even stepping away, taking a vacation, doing some detox doesn’t help me anymore.I want to give up after losing motivation, but life doesn’t end in one failure, one heartbreak, or another.Life must go on because it’s not the end of the world, and I just have to find that spark again.I take another deep breath as I stare at the blank canvas before me.“You can do it.”I force a smile, facing my assistant, Cleo, with her bag ready to go home. “I’m trying.”“Just close your eyes and think of a muse. You can start with a landscape, a flower, a vase, or a person. You know creative inspiration doesn’t have to be standing in front of you. It can be someone or something that deeply influences your artistry

ILYA“I don’t have time, Linden. Just say what you came here for. I’m sure you won’t waste your time just to gawk at me, because the last thing you wanna see is this face.” I point at myself.He inhales another deep breath and takes his phone, showing me the image that paralyzes me in terror. The sudden jolt in my chest breaks the fear that immobilizes me.I take the phone from him. I want to make sure the image is not playing tricks on me, or not AI-generated.The unrelenting grip makes my hand shake.“Are you fucking with me?” My eyes narrow at him. I shove it back to him. “Do you think I did this? Why would I hurt her?”I still struggle against my instinct to find a reason why he’s here, and who could do something like this?Deep within me, my blood is already boiling in my veins. I haven’t felt rage and violence since I put my father to rest, and I’ve kept the monster inside me locked up since then.“I know you didn’t do it. She’s in a lot of pain. The doctors put her in an induce

WILLAI thought I died until I became aware of the hammering headache, so severe that it was worse than the worst hangover I had when I drank to stupor after finding out my ex had been cheating on me. My throbbing skull feels like it’s splitting into pieces.I don’t know how long it has been, but the first thing I hear is the rhythmic beeping sound echoing in the room.As my mind clears, I try to crack my eyes open. I realize they’re too heavy, like I just stepped into the swarm of bees.Then I feel the large, warm hands softly squeezing mine.“Honey?” It’s Dad. One word filled with worry is all it takes for that assault to flash in my head.A gasp escapes my lips as tears roll down my cheeks. “D-Dad?”“Hey.” I feel the bed being adjusted, and my back feels like one giant bruise. He kisses my forehead and says, “You’re gonna be okay.”“Dad.” My throat hurts. My voice is hoarse. I try to say something, but my lips are dry, split, and swollen.I can barely see him through my busted eyes

ILYA“What the fuck are you doing here, Natalie?” I growl in anger.Instead of answering me, she kisses me to shut me up. I let her. I don’t want to argue because I’d been ignoring her calls while she was in New York, handling matters.Natalie is one of my lawyers. She’s good at what she does. We hooked up once in a while, and she’s a good lay, too, but she knows there’s no us and there will never be us. And she’s okay with it. No complications. No emotional entanglements.I barely slept last night with another sexual dream, fucking Wila in the barn, while fully aware that she was just sleeping across the hallway. But I’m still hurt, and I do hold grudges.I haven’t forgiven myself for believing that we could be together despite who her brother was to me.When Natalie starts touching me and going down on her knees to suck me, I fuck her in the barn, and she’s too willing, too eager to roll in the hay, literally and figuratively.Once she has her orgasm, and I come, I take off the cond