Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

In the forty five minutes drive it took me to get to Cilia's home, I had learnt a lot about the Taxi driver. Appreciate, he used to own his own restaurant until a Mafia group destroyed it. He never got respirations too and his son had died in the incident. His wife left him or rather was taken from him by the mafia Dom. I felt an immense amount of pity for him and I felt obligated to do something. I had told him exactly that but he'd said he was glad I just listened to him. "Here. Keep the change." I handed him a couple of bucks and he thanked me profusely.

They were taken in by the elderly man in a grand mansion that resembled a palace. There, Aleah noticed numerous men in suits surrounding the estate. She discovered that her grandfather was no ordinary businessman—he was the leader of a powerful mafia group in Italy. His real name was Antonio De Luna. At the mansion, Antonio recounted the reason he hadn't been with Aleah's mother for 20 years. He was once the Alpha of a pack, but an unexpected tragedy struck, leading to the death of most of his pack members. He was blamed for failing to protect them from a deadly epidemic. The only ones he had managed to save were his own family. This incident was why he never formed another wolf pack, nor wa

In Manhattan Mental Health Hospital A woman could be seen lying on the bed. She was chained to the bed. She was thrashing continuously on the bed, screaming at the top of her voice. Lucia's heart reached out to her best friend. She felt the tears leave her eyes. Her best friend was going through all this because of some unknown bastard. She still couldn't understand why someone would want to get his revenge on Gianluca and why. Truth be told, he was in the mafia, but as far as she knows, Gianluca Martelli only punished offenders.

At the candlelit dinner for our tenth anniversary, my husband, Rian Ruthven, ditched me after getting a call from Chloe, a rookie accountant. He left me with a single sentence: "Finish your food and head home." No hesitation, no concern. Strictly business, as if I were just his subordinate, not the wife who had loved him for ten years. A few hours later, I found out he left simply because Chloe's kid had a fever. She had no friends and could only call her boss, Rian. Rian’s explanation to me was: "I just felt bad for her. It's not easy raising a kid alone." I just found it absurd. Since when did the famously ruthless Godfather of the Ruthven family have such a bleeding heart? It suddenly hit

You sure you really want to know I don’t think you’re mom will want me to. "Tell me.’ "There’s a lot of things you kids don’t know about me, Raven and Luca." He placed his arm around her hugging her. "We have been fighting for years Luca’s father wanted Italy." "Where is his father?" "Dead. I shot him." "Oh." "Don’t be mad at me princess it’s just how the Mafia works." "You and Luca are the Mafia." "We are. Luca wanted an alliance I refused but we made a deal they he could see his son as long as he stayed away from your mother."

A motherly colleague connected me with a wealthy wine family in Naples, where I became their financial analyst, working in their residence. Like any girl in my position, I took the job as a family financial analyst in the renowned wine industry owned by Mafia billionaires The Russo family, known as the undertakers, Naples Mafia royalty. The vinnoRicco, their wine company, is the envy of the industry, nestled in the heart of Italy’s vineyards. Working with vinnoRicco is a dream for everyone. The headquarters is an architectural masterpiece against lush vineyards, adorned with grapevine motifs and wrought iron accents. The estate includes a landscaped courtyard for tastings and gatherings.

’ [Not good enough Doctor I want answers and if you cannot give them to me I will seek them elsewhere and remove my financial assistance from your organisation. Sir Edmund Richardson glared at the back of the handsome Mafia Dons head angrily, he could not afford to lose the financial backing of his paymasters and this young man was one of its top Leaders. For the hundredth time he rued the day his father had decided to risk their family fortune at the roulette table. He had become addicted to gambling and if it were not for his mothers quick thinking to have him barred from touching her own personal fortuned and the trust funds set up for him and his two sisters, they would have been bankrup

she said to him and her words made Chris to have a flashback of when he was recruited newly into the mafia organization years ago. Those words were the exact words he said to the leader of the organization then. He saw himself in Stephanie and he had to tame her well before she becomes the next Martin Cruz. "A dog doesn't bite its owner and you won't bite me"he muttered to himself. "What did you say?"Stephanie asked in confusion. "Never mind,you can change your clothes"he said. "Do you want me to change infront of you?"she asked rolling her eyes. "Of course you are my wife"he replied and Stephanie's face turned pale.

he said. I picked up the contract, throwing him a side eye. I didn't trust a word he said. I read the contract for loopholes until I finally found it. A dark chuckle slipped past my lips. I slammed the contract down on the table. "I'm not like your silly little henchmen. This contract says I'll be your property for fifteen years. Must have been a nice thought, right? To label me as property of Vittore Martinelli. It says nothing about the old contract being null. I'd still be mafia property hence once again, yours. I'm not naïve. I know the only way out of a mafia is death. I don't need your bogus contract. I'm getting out of here myself," I said my British accent thick.

Niko said as he strolled into the tiny apartment I'd rented for the week. I didn't even look up. Just buried my face in my hands. "You're the last person I want to see." He ignored that. Of course he did. "I'm your favorite person," he said with that crooked smile that never quite fit his face. He was a hard man built from glass shards and iron will. He'd been Capo of the Italian mafia, and now here he was, standing in my kitchen like a bad memory, holding a suit like we were about to play dress-up.