Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“That will be a perfect thing if we ruined or makes a disappearance for one of our enemy's close family members or one of them.” “So, what will you do to me?” I yelled, I can't control myself. “Not with you Alessia, I want to take you from Riccardo because I want you to be my wife and kept staying here in my empire.” I looked at him shocked and Ezra just laughing maniacally. He was so handsome and looked innocent and dreamy, but I never thought he led a mafia gang, this makes me frustrated to be with the mafia again. “Okay, then I'll stay with you in your house until Riccardo doesn't find out about us together,” I said with a bit of sadness in my voice.

They didn’t give a shit about me or Sarah or this mess. They were just waiting — waiting to see if the great Marco De Luca would finally snap and give them the show they were hungry for. I clenched my fists in my pockets, nails biting into my palms. If I gave in — if I so much as twitched in front of them — they’d print that headline too. ‘The Mafia Heir Spirals Out of Control.’ ‘De Luca Legacy: Rotten to the Core.’ I could already see the fucking words plastered across tomorrow’s papers.

"How did you manage to book this beautifully mesmerizing place in such a short time?" I asked, while still mesmerized. "Your husband is a mafia, so if you want, I can own the whole town for you, but if you get hurt somehow, well, that's not going to happen in this lifetime, but if a single scratch on your body and I will be the one to burn this whole fucking New York City."