Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

“You have been distracted since that woman showed up in our lives. Don’t forget that the only reason she’s your fiancée is so you can use her to get revenge.” She was right. I was treating Uma better than I should have. Her father was the reason my whole family was dead. When his drug addict of a son fucked up and gambled more than he could pay in one of my clubs, I took it as an opportunity to warm myself into Cathal Kavanagh’s life. I wanted his daughter. Marrying his daughter meant access to the Irish mafia, and access to the Irish mafia meant revenge. I wasn’t supposed to like Uma. I’d heard Cathal’s daughters were just like him.

I was dry, Like sand. “You shouldn’t be dramatic, Ruyi,” he murmured. “I was trying to help us. Even if the way I did it hurts you. You have to endure this so we can escape this mess, pay the mafia off, and run away…” My heart skipped. The mafia? The one who said we never owed them money? The one who said I owed him life instead? Before I could speak, his rough hand slid urgently into my loose shirt, cupping my bare breast… too hard.

“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.