Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

“Okay! Okay! No condiments required.” And just like that, their version of domestic bliss rolled forward: cravings, tears, chaos, and love in equal measure. In the heart of a mafia empire, with chaos and war always brewing somewhere outside their windows, Nico and Lucas built their own little world full of snack wrappers, belly rubs, and soft touches that never needed translation. Even if it smelled faintly of vinegar.

She said in a cold tone. “Come on as if we don’t know Hugo and Luca”. Another woman scoffed. “It’s, Mr. Martino and Mr. Giovanni for all of you. They aren’t your diaper buddies. They are the ruling heads of the mafia and the biggest source of food on your tables. You all survive this city and your businesses survive just because of them. At least be grateful of the hands who feed you. If he stopped his deals with any one of you, you won’t be able to take a breath in this country and don’t let me start over the police who has a bounty over your heads. Every.single.one.of.you”. Caterina waved her fingers around, addressing everyone.

“I’m leaving now. I have to—for everyone’s safety.” “What?! Why?” Kate asked, confused. “You have to believe me,” Mia pleaded. “I don’t have time to explain everything, but your lives are in danger. The people who attacked Steve… they’re very dangerous. They won’t stop until they get what they want.” “Wait… what do they want?” Kate asked, trying to make sense of it all. “Me. They want me,” Mia replied. “But… why?” Kate asked. “My ex-husband is a ruthless mafia boss. I ran from him, but he’s found me. He won’t stop until I go back to him or he takes everything from me.”

The way she smiled when she called me stolen property. “My mother was Russian mafia,” I whispered. “And they never forgave her for leaving.” Brian crouched in front of me. “Which means they believe you belong to them now.” Sandra covered her mouth. “Oh God.” My phone buzzed again. Valerio. I hesitated before answering. “Speak,” he said immediately. “They know,” I told him. “My aunt came herself. She wanted me.” “They will always come themselves when it matters,” Valerio replied. “That means you have entered the real game.”

I listened intently, trying to understand the complexities of his empire. “As you know, I'm the most powerful and influential mafia lord in the city, not someone you fiddled with for any reason! I own and control more than half of the city! I always call the shots!” He disclosed, hitting his chest boastfully, basking in his pride. Irritated by his arrogance, glared at him and looked away. He still didn't stop. “I own the malls, the storehouses, the restaurants, the bars, the clubhouses, and other businesses! So many of them!” He continued, adding to my aggravation.

I went back to the laughter , his hugging, before the cancer took mother. The way she would say: “My babies will grow up to be successful women.” I was totally alone now that they were both gone. And for what? An stupid loan? A devil's deal? One that ended with my life being sold to a man who hadn't even gone outside to check on me? One that left my father's face covered in blood in a picture? I didn't like Don Julio and every mafia gang out there . He had ruined everything with that foolish transaction. I was now merely a pawn in his never-ending game. I remained there until the stars were blurred by tears and the silence made my throat hurt.

he whispered and pulled her up from the ground. He led her back to the room and sat her down on the bed. "I know you don't remember me so let me introduce myself. I'm Alexander Miguel soon to be the boss of the Black mafia and you are my one way ticket through that door. I'll give you one minute to completely hand yourself over to me or I'm going to start killing everyone you love, no more beating around the corner," he whispered with a serious face. Siana looked into his face trying to crack the joke behind his words but she found nothing. He was being serious. The room was quite as his vicious eyes tore through her.

How could they be so shameless? I stole a look at Zayne to see if I could understand what the fuss and envy was all about. Sure, he was Zayne Romano, owner of Zayne Pharmaceuticals, the biggest company in New York and also a multi billionaire. That was pretty impressive. But I bet they didn't know he was in the Mafia. And a Mafia Don at that. How many of them would still look at him like that once they found out? What else was so interesting about him? I stole another look at him. He had an air of mysteriousness and a dark, dangerous vibe.

Destros said. Bargaining with him would let him know that Nightingale meant more to me than a one night stand. If I agreed to this, he wouldn’t hand her over, he would make more ridiculous demands till he was satisfied. I know how gangsters worked. I was part of the mafia now, but once upon a time, I had been a mere gangster too. Besides, the mafia was really just an upgraded style of gangster life.

"I am not sure where to begin, Anastasia. It is a lengthy story." "If you are my father and you were aware of my existence, why did you hand me over to the Martins?" My tone was frosty, no matter how hard I tried to inject some emotion into it. Something did not seem quite right here. "I had no choice but to give you to the Martins at the time." He replied in a dreadful tone. "You see, after the Mezzesalmas, I run one of the most successful crime syndicates in this city." The Mezzesalmas. They were all over the place.