Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

Or did I ever stand a chance of leaving his mansion? Would I end up like Sara? The door suddenly clicked open and Basilio’s head popped in. “I am sorry to bother you Fratello, but you have a call from your business partners. It’s very important,” he said. Gabriele tensed up beside me –more like his usual demeanor was back. The strange man that had just fixed my neck was gone and the mafia king was back. “Didn’t they teach you to at least greet since you skipped the knocking classes?” he growled and I bit down on my bottom lip.

I ask, turning my attention away from the tablet to look at Javier standing in front of me. "¿No lo reconoces?" Don't you recognize it? He asks in turn. I look back at the painting, wondering what it was and why Javier was bringing it to my attention. "Es el cuadro perdido." It's the missing painting. Javier states as if I should know what that means. "Llegar al punto. ¿Qué tiene de importante?" Get to the point. What's important about it? I ask. "El cuadro pertenece a la mafia italiana. Los sicilianos para ser exactos." The painting belongs to the Italian mafia. The Sicilians, to be exact. Javier explains.

I am, as always, amazing. “There is more” I inform her and she stares at me expectantly. “The father was a Russian mafia dog for 4 years before moving to the United States. Now as you can imagine, he was good at scaring people so that’s what he started doing. Later, he met his wife and gave up the life of crime. Then his daughter came and they became a rich, cozy family. Splashed all over the media supporting several charities. Hypocrites if you ask me” I scoffed. A person did not suddenly morph from being a mafia to being a family man “Those pictures are evidence of what he used to do. If you show time it right, those pictures could tarnish the image of the whole family as well as call off

Marcus chuckled. We were mafia princes. In college, no one dared to raise their lashes to us. "What did Aunt say?" Aunt Rubina, my father's sister, runs an NGO to shelter girls so they don't get trapped in this line. My mother, Juliet, and father, Roberto are helping her. My father has asked Donovan, Ivan's father many times to leave this. He couldn't get full success as Donovan wanted to continue and didn't want to let the legacy of his family die. Ricardo, Marcus' father, is helping him to improve it. It was a legal auction, but we're still against it. I know Marcus would abandon it the moment his father left everything to him. We have information that a woman called Gena is running an auc

"What happened?" She looked at me with pure disgust. "I lost, Juliet. I lost big. And since you love giving it away for free to losers like him," she pointed toward the bedroom where Leo was currently climbing out the window to save his own skin, "you can go do it for the Malikas. At least they’ll get my money back." What? Malikas? The Malikas. The biggest mafia gang in the city. Everyone knew the name. Everyone knew that once you went into their world, you never came back out.

Instead of turning around and stomping out of the interrogation room like I expect him to, his hands slam down onto the table in front of me, and he leans across, his big body making it all too easy for him to get in my face. "Listen, you little mafia bitch." He glares at me, his words hitting me right in the center of my chest. "You're not getting out of this. We've been looking for an in with organized crime in this city for a long time. Your daddy might not have been the big shot he once was, but he was still a scumbag, and I don't care if you killed him or not. You're just as bad as he was, and…"

~ DEMETRI [POV] ~ Life has a way of just fucking one in the face sometimes. And sometimes it throws a bone at your feet and forces you to be grateful for it as fucking compensation. I sat behind my desk, staring hard at the photo of Rowen Santaro from the files Jacob brought over two days ago. At first I thought it could be a coincidence that the man shared the same last name as the family of the once biggest mafia organization in the country, the one that had been wiped out.

His icy aura filled the air and it was as if everyone was holding their breath, everyone including me. Fuck this, I won't be unnerved by Luan Valdrin, I survived my father and I survived Richard Constantin. Luan Valdrin is the top and most feared mafia boss in the country and the world at large, even the government wouldn't dare go against him, he has resources everywhere. And he's as heartless as they come even Richard is deemed fragile compared to the Albanian mafia. A lethal monster. Richard was obsessed with him and looked up to him like a role model although he is younger than most of them, it was rumored that he took over his father's clan at the age of fifteen. He killed his father an

In the end, I just ruined her just\\Z\ like I ruin everything in my life. A few hours longingly dreaded past until I got a phone call from the Romanos. They were the Sicilian Mafia and the most feared along with the Vitiello’s in Italy. They weren’t someone we associated with but not exactly someone that we want to cause fights with. It was a mutual agreement among us to make peace between the two mafia’s and not ruin them with another war. A slight panic crawled up my skin.