Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia の小説・ストーリー

he asked “The one by the mall, the one in the north where that parking lot is facing…” “That is my best spot, Andres… you cannot do this” Manuel whined “And the east side that is free from the cops. You should be grateful that I am allowing you keep your life, you will bounce back and make sure I never have to take up arms against your family, is that understood?” “You have a deal” Manuel said, sighing. The once strong mafia lord, felled by his own children; thankfully I never did love kids so I wasn’t going to worry about having any with Catherina because I wanted none.

Amelia would sit beside her father on the barstool, her small hands helping him with simple tasks, and her mother would join in the laughter, her eyes shining with affection. Life was idyllic until a dark cloud loomed over their happiness. Thomas, faced with dire financial circumstances, sought assistance from a local mafia figure in their neighborhood. In an unfortunate turn of events, he was unable to repay the borrowed money on time and fell into the clutches of the ruthless mafia. Amelia's world shattered when her father was kidnapped, and their lives were forever altered. The anguish that enveloped their home was suffocating, the absence of her father's laughter a painful void. The fami

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house. He said there would be a little mailbox in front of it. And the nameplate would say Lorenzo & Liana. He said we'd get married in that house. Raise a kid in it. Live a quiet, ordinary, happy life. He said someday, when we were old, we'd watch the sunset together and just go. Then they took him. Locked him in a cellar. Said unless we paid up, they'd shoot him. The mafia has a rule. You never go to the police. Not for anything. You go to the cops, your man dies.

He never came back. I don't remember what the fight was about, and now I can't even picture Adrian's face. All I remember is that after he left, Mom's heart problems began, and Carl started drinking. Ever since then, names like Adrian, gangs, guns, and mafia became taboo in our household. "You're... mafia?" I stared at the man before me, trying to process the pieces. "I'm the boss of the mafia. You can call me..." He paused, lips curving slightly as if holding back a smirk, then said, "Mr. N."

"No! How can I just climb on your back? Moreover, there's an injury on your arm." JK yells, "Just shut up and do as I say!" "No, I won't! Why are you showing me mercy now?" "I have never seen a stubborn girl like you." Grabbing her hand forcefully, he makes her lean on his back. "This man, seriously! How long are you going to force me? Will you ever let me live peacefully? When will you stop all this?" "When you love me more than I do." "I'll never fall for you." "You won't have to do it, baby. It will happen automatically. Just wait and see." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Walk as soon as possible; I'm so hungry." "It's high time to learn how to control your hunger." "Yah, I've never seen a stupid

And I had seen it. He took another step closer, his presence looming over me like a shadow. “You’re going to tell me why I shouldn’t kill you right now.” My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t think. There was no reason he shouldn’t kill me, not in his world. I was a witness. A liability. And in the mafia world, liabilities didn’t last long. “I… I won’t tell anyone,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. “I swear. I just want to go home.”

The hard blow on the back of Jayda's head made her fall to the floor, groaning in pain. She whimpered painfully and was starting to feel dizzy. Raising her head up to look at the monster, Roland Ernest, a tear rolled down her cheek. Roland was the leader of a mafia group. Jayda's late father had borrowed a huge amount of money from him when he went bankrupt, a few months before he died. He had gotten himself involved in an illegal business deal with them out of hope.

“Make love to me like the mafia boss you are. Go harder on me, daddy. I’m your mafia queen now, but tonight, I want you to pamper me with your whole body.” Vincenzo couldn’t believe the words coming out of his sweet wife’s mouth. With those words, he cupped her breasts in his mouth, biting them softly. She moaned breathlessly as their bodies intertwined, lost in passion. ***** Jarvis was dead. He didn’t survive that night. As for Frank, he was left disabled, his empire crumbling after being betrayed by one of his own. Seraphina and Vincenzo continued running the De Luca business, both legal and illegal.

“Don’t yell at him—he’s the BOSS! He could fire you!” Vincenzo’s eyes were wide, blinking like someone had hit pause on his brain. Alessia gave him a sheepish smile and cleared her throat. “Oops. Forgot I was undercover for a second.” Diana turned quickly and faced Vincenzo, then dropped to her knees. “Please forgive Aunty Alessia, Mr. Vincenzo! She didn’t mean to yell. She was just trying to protect me!” She shut one eye, held her hands together like she was praying to the mafia gods.