Chicago Ruthless Series Novels & Stories

His jaw was tight, his eyes burned with something like fury as he looked down at the papers. “They ruined us,” I said, my voice raw. “They didn’t just take the company, Mason. They destroyed my father. They destroyed everything we were. And then—” I shoved the photographs at him. “They’ve been watching us. For years. Every step. Every single breath.” Mason’s hand hovered over the photos, then curled into a fist. “God.” He exhaled hard. “I knew my family was ruthless, but this—” He broke off, shaking his head. “This is monstrous.”

I yelled as I struggled out of their grip fighting my way out of there as soon as I could. He carried me to an empty room but I didn't rent. I kept struggling. The same big guy of earlier,grabbed my chin as I knelt down being chained. "I will taste you before giving you to the others." "You asshole " still struggling out of his grip but he has held ne down with his big hands. I managed to pull the pin in my hair, plunging it hard into his face. "Fuck! You bitch." I ran out of his grip as he placed his hands on his face, supporting the wound. I pushed him away running out.

Vernero declared staring out the window while his engine turned and churned, running a million miles per damn second. If this went on, we were going to be the first and probably the last richest mafia the world has ever known. The organized crime board was going to come at us hard, and we were going to take them down. It was safe to say that she not only managed to close the deal, but she spread her influence to Chicago as well. Now Vladimir’s buyers were ours. Fucking brilliant. Whatever it was that ran through her mind when she kept silent, I was damn in love with it.

Mason It's been thirty minutes since Raven entered Carlos Tevez's secret hideout. The bastard really thought well about where to hide his ass. No one would have guessed that a ranch would be interesting enough for this type of man. I am no fool either,I know that there's more going on on that ranch than just hiding. There must be a kitchen where they cook their coke. The Luca family is widely known for their illicit drug trafficking here in Chicago. They cook and distribute that junk not only here in Chicago but throughout the United States.

I said with a cold smile, "let's have a few parting words with your most formidable adversary." I wasn't entirely sure about the extent of the technology used by the Chicago Outfit, but I had every confidence that Alessandro's expertise surpassed anything they could muster. After all, he had proven himself time and again to be one step ahead, his mastery of technology unmatched in our world. With Alessandro's skills at my disposal, there was little doubt in my mind that Salvatore's downfall was all but assured.

“Thank you for your hard work, Yuri. I couldn’t have done this without your help.” “It’s been my pleasure, sir. I hope Miss Marva will feel at home there.” “Yes. What’s important is that we’ve secured everything one by one. Now we just need to find proof of the traitor and destroy him.” Unfortunately, Marva didn’t know who the mastermind was. Her late father definitely knew—because of that, he was killed along with the rest of the family. This investigation had become uncertain again, and it made me anxious. I was sure the mastermind had sensed what Marx and I had been digging into. He must be doing everything he can to cover his tracks. Or worse—he’d try to attack me in his own way. I just

"Here's your Sazerac, Miss," the bartender once went downstairs to drink. I turned there. My hand grows cold as I touch the glass. The hammering in my chest was distracting. I knew he would come to me but I tried to ignore you. I sipped on my drink. On my second gulp, a hand suddenly grabbed the glass. "What the ..." my voice faded midway. Rustov's unforgiving eyes looked at me with anger etched on it. He looked down at the drink for a moment before it landed and stared at me darkly.

Stubborn headed unlike me. With another sigh, I turn around slowly to go out when I bump into a hard wall. It makes my head spin for a while till I raise my head to meet the gaze of a familiar pair of green eyes. They are dark but not as dark as Xavier's. A smirk descends upon his face as the realization dawns upon me. "Vincenzo?" "Jasmine Cooper?" he demands to be sure. "What the hell are you doing here?" I can't find my voice. This man makes my skin crawl. He is in the Mafia. He owns Chicago. Every gangster in Chicago bows to him. Every crime conducted in Chicago is also related to Vicenzo, except for rape.

A warning. “The most beautiful things are often the most fiercely protected,” I countered, my voice sweet, my smile serene. “Indeed,” Bianchi said, his gaze lingering on me for a moment too long before turning back to Alessandro. “Chicago has become quite a hub for such things lately. A city of… violent new passions. I trust your own business is less tumultuous, Count?” The air crackled. The question was a dagger wrapped in silk. My blood ran cold, but Alessandro didn’t flinch.

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.