Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

“Look, I know this might sound bizarre because you have lived through this phase. And nothing can erase the past so I am not making any false promises with you. I will not say anything just to placate you but please trust us. That was a lapse in timing and you had to pay the cost of misjudgment. No one but you had to bear the consequences, but believe me Hugo regrets it so much. He still feels himself guilty no matter what I say him. The mafia life, this world, it isn’t easy. It is far easier to join than leaving. I haven’t seen anyone leaving this world alive. And even then, the title is passed on to the successor in line. Adriano, in our case only if he doesn’t want the title, Mia will be

“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 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.

Being a member of the mafia meant making deals with other groups, both legal and illegal, and this was one of those illegal meetings where things could go wrong and bodies could start dropping to the floor with blood stains with the slightest slip-up. I, like the others, stood at the corner with a briefcase of substance, waiting to be called while Giovanni and their new ally conversed. "I heard what happened with the Russians; how do I know the same sh*t won't happen here tonight?" The new ally, Mr. González, his name, was seated on the opposite couch with one leg crossed over the other, with six of his men standing behind him, and a cigar stuck in his fingers.

It turned out Ercole Muraro was connected to an Italian mafia and despite the game being a personal one, he was using his power to collect his debts. While Nek and her parents were being assaulted, Delfina and Caprice were struggling to not sob aloud. Ercole Muraro’s thugs went through the house looking for any and all valuables which might be used towards the million-dollar debt. What the thugs found were two women huddling together in a closet terrified. Dragged downstairs by their hair and thrown at Ercole’s feet, the elderly man stumbled backwards and then ordered his men to cease. He’d found what he wanted to take in exchange for the lives of Nek and Delfina’s parents.

But I let Storm continue. “Anyway,” he sighed. “I started to lose. Like, bad. I lost REALLY bad. I was too ashamed to tell Adrian. So I borrowed. From the mafia.” “Oh Storm, you didn’t,” I said. This was bad. REALLY bad. The mafia around here was completely human integrated, but they lent money to the rogues. They were rough though. And ruthless. If you didn’t pay…well…let’s just say…they always found a way to recoup their losses.