Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

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.

he asked as he examined me. “No, I'm okay, thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t want to give up on him because I didn’t know what he had in store for me. He nodded and beckoned for one of his men to come. I stared at his suit. It was screaming affluence. It was then that I remembered what the internet said when I decided to look him up. "BRYCE GILBERT BILLIONAIRE. OWNER OF THE BIGGEST CONGLOMERATE IN THE COUNTRY, ROURMED TO BE THE LEADER OF THE POWERFUL GILBERT MAFIA GANG"

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.

“A man I have grown to trust but alas, one can’t change the character of humans, we are all betrayers and liars one way or another,” Rain’s body shook with fear. Her brother had really gone and don it this time...It didn’t take long for her to understand what was going on. This was a Mafia matter and Alexander was either the right hand man or the Boss himself...Something told her it was the latter and that made her shake in fear even more. “I—” “ –Nobody steals from me and lives to see the light of day afterwards,” Alexander interrupted Rain before she could speak a word. “There’s nothing you can say that will make me change my mind,” He was being honest, Rain could see it in his eyes that h

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.

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.