Reluctantly Ruined & Owned By The Mafia Novels & Stories

I guess the closest thing to betrayal from a family member is when they lie to you so easily. He raised his head and looked at me. My father looks like he has suddenly added twenty years to his forty-nine years. And I see fear in his eyes. “What? You are serious. How did you even manage to get in trouble with a mafia Don? Alessandro Vanillin for that matter? You have heard bad news about that man and still went ahead to get in trouble with him? What did you do?” “I. . . I owe the man some money” Okay, that is not a life-threatening situation. There is nothing a few more hours at the lounge won’t solve.

I replied as I wiped my tears “Maybe he was right, you are a dangerous person and I am an innocent one. You know the difference between you and I? I save lives and you end lives. I can’t see how this will work out. It is best you stay away from me. LET ME BE ZACH WESTLEY” With no other word, I turned back to my door and walk into my house slamming the door at his face. Maybe if he was different, we could have made it. He is a mafia and a killer. He runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly.

Gianna's POV Today is my engagement party. Luke proposed to me three months ago. To be fair, it's an arranged marriage. No, he blackmailed me into getting married to him. But still, I guess it was for the best. I needed a distraction from my own anger, from everything that happened six months ago with Roman Moretti. I needed to be a wife, have kids and move on, even though it was hard. I obviously had no friends and looking back, now twenty four, I realized that I've lived such a shitty, lonely life. Luke chased me like crazy before he settled for blackmail because he was no different from the average Italian Mafia (Cosa Nostra).

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

Chapter 54 [ITALY] The Mafia's resident. SLAM!! LUCA slammed down his hand heavily on his oak wooden table and Fabian flinch in front of him trembling in fear "What did you just said" Luca Roberto Gonzalez the Don, the owner of the Lucarians, the ruling mafia clan is Italy and also the father of Trevor. He is seated leg crossed on the other on his swivel chair inside of his office with his assistant standing in front of him. His face is twisted in a frown,lips tight but however he still look handsome and young.

He would dictate when I was touched, how I was touched, and I would have no right to refuse. No safe words. No questions. Just obedience. Total, unquestioning obedience. I would be his plaything, molded by his desires, trained to respond only to him. And if I dared resist, he would break me until I learned how to kneel. In exchange, he’d erase every debt my father owed, and offer me protection. But I would be owned by him forever. He wanted to make me his personal whore for life. This contract was written like I was just property. What sick lawyer drew this up? I was certain this wasn’t even legal. But I guess in the mafia world, anything was.

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.