Novel & Cerita Mafias Bad Love

Chapter 2 At the tender age of sixteen I made the decision to run away from home. Was it difficult? Of course it was but not for the reasons many may think. Growing up, my life wasn’t a fairytale despite what it may have looked like, my parents were wealthy and I needed or wanted nothing but their attention, their love, and their gentleness unfortunately though those words were not in my parents vocabulary instead they used violence and had both me and my brother growing up around petty thieves and criminals which is why when I decided to leave my childhood home I promised myself that i would never get involved with anything like that ever again.

Smoke rose, acrid and bitter, coiling like accusation. He had almost let himself believe in something last night, softness, comfort, the dangerous lie of closeness. He had almost surrendered to it. Now suspicion gutted that illusion, leaving only fury behind. Lucien braced his hands against the desk, his knuckles whitening. If Maya thought she could play him for a fool, if Alessandro Russo had managed to reach her… His lips curved into something cold and merciless. “Then let them both learn,” he whispered, low enough that only the shadows heard. “The cost of betraying Lucien Moretti is everything.”

“I'm—I’m sorry, I just need to figure myself out. I'm trying to adapt—” “Take your time, if you need anything, just let me know. And yes, I'll be waiting for you outside on the lawn,” he adds and walks away. I just had to apologize, regardless I'm under him and I need him to me safe in a strange place as this, I can't mange things on my own because the boss and his men are definitely a Mafia organization, but the boss referred to it as ‘Critically Dangerous Community’, I had to join the pieces to get things straight in my head.

“We’ll use the intel. But we’re not letting our guard down. Not with Forrest. Not with Billy. Not with anyone.” Despite the tensions, the trio’s mafia business was flourishing. Mia’s growing network provided protection, resources, and a semblance of order to communities long plagued by chaos. Mimi’s technological expertise proved invaluable, allowing them to stay one step ahead of their rivals. Lydia’s ruthless efficiency ensured that every operation ran smoothly, from smuggling routes to enforcement. But cracks in their alliance began to show. Mimi’s idealism clashed with Lydia’s pragmatism, and Mia found herself constantly mediating their disputes. One evening, a disagreement over the hand

But with me, he trod carefully, aware that I could be just as ruthless as him. For three generations, my family had ruled the mafia world, amassing generational wealth and a reputation that made us untouchable. I was raised alongside two brothers and a sister, but while they were shielded from the darker sides of the business, I was thrust into it early. As the heir, it was my destiny to lead. Despite the darkness surrounding our lives, my mother, Livia, nurtured love within our family. She was the stark opposite of my father—the ruthless leader balanced by her tender care. Sometimes, I wondered how they’d ever ended up together.

“No. He wouldn’t” “He did,” Elias said quietly. She looked at him, betrayal slicing through grief. “You knew?” “Yes.” “And you still” Her voice broke. “You let me love him.” Elias’s pain mirrored hers. “I didn’t think it mattered anymore.” Leonardo laughed. “Tragic, isn’t it? Everyone’s a monster eventually.” Maria turned slowly back to him. Something inside her finally snapped not loudly, not violently, but completely. “Let her go,” Maria said again, her voice calm now. Deadly. “You want me? Fine.”

The tall man walked around him slowly. “What you’ve been carrying isn’t just junk. It’s evidence. Blackmail. Secrets Dominic Pendragon and his people would kill to keep hidden.” Jax looked confused. “You said this was a deal. Just sell the pouch.” The woman turned to him sharply. “We lied.” She looked back at Matteo. “We’ve been trying to get someone close to Pendragon for years. Someone who won’t be suspected. Someone like you.” Matteo backed away. “I’m not part of this. I didn’t sign up to fight a mafia boss!”

He gently lowered her onto the seat, his eyes tracing her face as she slowly opened and closed her eyes in a dazed rhythm. “Mateo,” she murmured weakly. He looked at her deeply, as though trying to understand the weight behind her voice. “I want to become a part of the mafia by starting my own cartel,” Valeria whispered, her gaze steady now despite her trembling limbs. Mateo blinked, stunned, trying to process what he had just heard. He inhaled slowly, exhaling through his nose as memories of bloodshed, betrayal, and power struggles flickered through his mind. “Are you sure about that, Valeria?” he asked, stepping back slightly, his brow furrowed in concern.

“Eira, come on, let's just go home. We can discuss this later when you’ve sobered up.” Ethan pleaded with me as I climbed over the bar to grab another bottle. Sal refused to give me another bottle causing me to grow impatient. I glared over at him and responded, “Discuss what?! That asshole made sure that I would never truly be happy! I know the whole reason that Bodhi was so ready to give up on our family! Our father hated my guts. I’m everything that he couldn’t control! He told Bodhi that I would never get to have a real relationship with Koa and that he would make me regret not being a good little wife of someone in the mafia!” By the end of my little speech, I was yelling again. I turne

I sat on the sofa, angry, because of what I discovered. Axel intended to see Stella the day he left me before something unexpected happened, but he was unable to approach her because he saw clearly how Stella betrayed him. He noticed Stella kissing another man in her condo, and what surprised him, even more, was that the man Stella was kissing was none other than Liam, Axel's brother.