Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

I replied as I wiped my tears “Maybe he was right, you are a dangerous person and I am an innocent one. You know the difference between you and I? I save lives and you end lives. I can’t see how this will work out. It is best you stay away from me. LET ME BE ZACH WESTLEY” With no other word, I turned back to my door and walk into my house slamming the door at his face. Maybe if he was different, we could have made it. He is a mafia and a killer. He runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly. It could never work, right?

Five years ago, I took the blame for every crime my family had committed and was thrown out of Black City like a stray dog. Five years later, I returned as the Donna—the head of Raven, one of the world's most powerful mafia organizations. Only to find that my family had been framed and destroyed, and our stronghold burned to the ground. In an abandoned slaughterhouse, blood ran across the floor. Isabella, the arrogant heiress of the newly powerful Leoni family, was grinding her red-soled heel into my cousin Marco Franco's face. "You Franco piece of trash. Kneel and beg me, be my dog, and I'll toss you a scrap of food." Blood ran from Marco's nose and mouth, but he clutched the Zippo lighter—

Chapter 54 [ITALY] The Mafia's resident. SLAM!! LUCA slammed down his hand heavily on his oak wooden table and Fabian flinch in front of him trembling in fear "What did you just said" Luca Roberto Gonzalez the Don, the owner of the Lucarians, the ruling mafia clan is Italy and also the father of Trevor. He is seated leg crossed on the other on his swivel chair inside of his office with his assistant standing in front of him. His face is twisted in a frown,lips tight but however he still look handsome and young.

“I came to make you pay and what better way to do that than watch you witness the death of your son, and leave your alive to hate yourself for letting this happen, knowing fully well that you can’t kill me, you can’t hurt me, you can’t even think of coming close to me while you spend the rest of your life hating and wishing this didn’t happen and when things start to get better, I come by to make sure you don’t deserve any happiness, I guess Liam and his son Ollie are just collateral damage.” “Bold of you to assume you will do all of that, even worse you think his mafia will watch you ruin everything and not do anything, someone will take over, they will become your enemy, they will ruin you

He looked worried as though he had lost everything all ready. "I know Nelson, I got the news beforehand last night. But no worries, we will get new investors soon. My men are working on kidnapping the kids of some rich families, and in return for their lives, we shall ask their families for a huge ransom amount. Hopefully that might work." Lucifer Miller shared the information with the other three. Some more days passed. Things got worse and worse albeit there was no way that the Mafia lord could stabilize his position. And finally after five more days, Nelson had to endorse the ownership of Array & Thrice to Mr. Malik, one of the oldest yet youngest players of the underworld who secretly tr

“I don’t know how he succeeded in ruining everything which I had earned in all these years. Right now, I am in debt and I have no fucking idea how to get everything back to its place.” “Don’t worry. I am with you.”, I didn’t know why I said that. I always hated his illegal work, but I won’t leave him there. If required, I will get into this just to protect what is mine. I know the fucking rules of that world. These people will someday come for Vyom’s family as well. And hell, I will let anyone touch my baby. .

she groaned and watched as the glass crashed on him, digging into his skin and leaving some cuts on his skin. He raised a gaze at her then lowered it back, his blood boiling in evaporation, but he dared not retaliate. He was nothing but Mr Alcantara’s Men, the most recognized Mafia man. He can't afford to harm his daughter in any way. “How dare you! You knew how important that information was to me yet your useless ass screwed every freaking bit of my opportunity.” Her hand tightened into a hard fist and she growled in gritted teeth. “I am sorry ma'am. I will try my best to get you their location.”

Said Mayank, disappointed. While Raghav was my right hand, Mayank and Suraj were my left hand and Informer, respectively. There were more two members of my gang, one of them was out of town to collect the cash from the underworld don, Mahesh Shekhawat, a 34-year-old, handsome, tall, tanned man, nobody would know that he is the master of the underworld if he walks by the road, such a charmer he was. My other guy was in jail, tortured and bashed out by police and other detectives, for collecting the information regarding my whereabouts. "Okay! Everything's fine but, where's the beer?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

His hair, dyed blood-red, glowed under the night lights. The other back door opened, and another man emerged. Francesco’s eyes followed the pair of spotless white sneakers stepping onto the ground. His breath caught for a split second. His mind processed what he was seeing. A mirror image. His stomach twisted. The same face. The same posture. The same calculating menace in their presence. The Russo brothers. Shit. The Russo family — One of New York’s most ruthless Mafia clans, infamous for high-profile assassinations — had disappeared years ago. Now, they were standing right in front of him.

“I’ve never been with a man before… but I’m not against the possibility. You’d better behave, Tristan, or I might just make your entire body ache with regret.” He turned and walked away, leaving me alone, bound and exposed, in the eerie silence of the warehouse. It was then, in the echoing emptiness, that the full horror of my situation truly dawned on me. I was caught in the crossfire of a brutal mafia war. Abducted by Vlad, I was now nothing more than a bargaining chip, a tool for his twisted vengeance against Giovanni. And the night, it seemed, was far from over.