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18- Bound in Silence
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2025-01-31 23:51:55
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Ruined By Mafia 19- Into the Deep
I couldn’t sleep that night. Not after Dante’s words, not with the weight of the new assignment sitting on my shoulders like an anchor. The unopened file sat on the small table beside me, mocking me. The man inside that folder—whoever he was—had no idea his fate was already sealed. And somehow, I had been chosen to carry it out.I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts. My mind refused to settle, bouncing from one fear to the next. What if I failed again? What if this time there wasn’t anyone to step in and clean up my mess? And what if, deep down, I wasn’t the person Dante thought I could become?The night dragged on in silence, and eventually, the darkness outside gave way to the gray light of dawn. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. There was no use delaying it any longer. I had to know what was inside that file, what Dante expected of me.With trembling hands, I reached for the folder, the cold manila paper feeling heavier than it should. I took a deep breath
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-31Ruined By Mafia 20- Into The Deep
“Yes, you do,” Haines said quickly, his eyes pleading. “Everyone has a choice. Whatever they’ve told you… you don’t have to do this.”I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my hand shaking as I hovered over the gun. He was right. I didn’t have to do this. But if I didn’t, Dante would know. And then I’d be the one lying on the floor, just like Alexei.My vision blurred with tears as I took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice cracking.I reached for the gun, my hand trembling as I pulled it out. Haines’ eyes widened in terror, and he took a step back, his hands raised in surrender.“Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Don’t.”Time seemed to slow, the air thick with tension, every second stretching into eternity.But I couldn’t do it.I couldn’t pull the trigger.I dropped the gun to the floor, the sound echoing in the quiet house. My legs gave out, and I collapsed to the ground, my body shaking with sobs I couldn’t hold back anymore.Haines stood there, stunne
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-31Ruined By Mafia 21- A Step Ahead
The morning air was frigid as we raced through the narrow alleyways, our breath visible in the early light. Every nerve in my body was on high alert, and each sound, every shadow, felt like it was Dante’s men closing in on us. My heart pounded in my chest, the weight of what I’d done pressing down on me like a lead weight. I had made my choice, but now, every step I took felt like it brought me closer to my end.Robert Haines followed closely behind me, his footsteps uneven. He wasn’t used to running, especially not for his life. We didn’t speak. There wasn’t any time for words, and frankly, what could either of us say? We were fugitives now. I had spared his life, but it had cost me mine. Dante wouldn’t let me walk away from this.I led us through the alleys and side streets, keeping as far from the main roads as possible. The city was waking up around us, the sounds of early morning traffic echoing faintly in the distance, but it felt like we were trapped in a world apart, where eve
Huling Na-update : 2025-01-31Ruined By Mafia 22- Close Calls
The sound of our footsteps pounding against the gravel mixed with the roar of engines still echoing behind us. My legs felt like they were made of lead, each step heavier than the last. But I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not with Marco and his men just behind us.“Keep going!” I yelled, my voice strained as I glanced back at Haines. He was struggling to keep up, his breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps. His suit jacket was torn, and sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. He wasn’t built for this, and I could see it in every strained movement he made.I bit my lip, trying to fight the panic clawing its way up my throat. We were exposed out here, no cover, no way to hide. The train yard was too open, and the fence had barely slowed Marco’s men down. I could hear the screech of the SUVs grinding to a halt behind us as they made their way through the gap in the fence we had used to escape.We were running out of time.“There!” I pointed toward a line of old train cars, their rusted shel
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-03Ruined By Mafia 23- The Price of Defiance
The forest was eerily quiet, save for the sound of our footsteps crunching through the underbrush. The cold air stung my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was the way my legs burned from exhaustion, the sharp sting of branches that had scratched across my arms and face, and the constant, gnawing fear that Marco’s men were still close behind us.We had been running for what felt like hours, weaving through the trees, staying off any trails, trying to keep ourselves hidden. Every now and then, I’d glance back at Haines. He looked like he was on the verge of collapse, his face pale and streaked with sweat. But he didn’t complain. He kept moving, pushing himself beyond his limits.I admired his resilience, but I knew it wouldn’t last. Neither of us could keep this pace for much longer.“Let’s… let’s stop for a minute,” I said breathlessly, slowing my pace until I came to a stop near a large tree. I leaned against it, trying to catch my breath. My lungs felt like they were o
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-05Ruined By Mafia 24- Darkness Closes In
The night deepened, wrapping the forest in shadows as we moved through the trees, the air cold and biting. My breath came in ragged gasps, the exhaustion settling into my bones. Every muscle in my body screamed for rest, but we couldn’t stop. Not with Marco so close. Not with every step we took feeling like it might be our last.Haines stumbled behind me, his footsteps heavy and uneven. I slowed down, turning to look at him. His face was pale, his eyes wide with fear. He was barely holding on.“We have to keep moving,” I whispered urgently, grabbing his arm to steady him.“I—I can’t,” he gasped, doubling over and clutching his knees. “I can’t keep up… I’m not built for this.”I clenched my jaw, knowing he was right. His breathing was labored, each inhale sounding more desperate than the last. I could see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face. He wasn’t used to runni
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-06Ruined By Mafia 24- Darkness Closes In
We made our way to the cabin, slipping inside through the broken door. The interior was dark and musty, the air thick with the smell of damp wood. It was small, just one room with an old, broken-down fireplace and a single window that had long since been shattered.Haines collapsed onto the floor, his body trembling with exhaustion. I leaned against the wall, my legs shaking as I tried to steady my breathing. The weight of everything we had been through pressed down on me, heavy and suffocating. My mind was a whirlwind of fear and exhaustion, but for the first time in what felt like hours, we had a moment to catch our breath.The cabin was silent except for the sound of Haines’ ragged breathing. He was on the verge of collapse, and I couldn’t blame him. We were both pushed far beyond our limits.I glanced toward the broken window, my eyes scanning the forest beyond for any signs of movement. Marco was still out there, hunting us, and I knew he wouldn
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-07Ruined By Mafia 25- The Unknown Threat
The figure stood at the far end of the ravine, shrouded in darkness. My heart thudded in my chest, my breath catching as I squinted, trying to make out who—or what—was standing there. The figure didn’t move, just stood there, watching us. My pulse quickened. It wasn’t Marco. I would’ve recognized his sharp, calculated presence anywhere. But something about this person felt even more dangerous, like they were waiting for the right moment to strike.Haines took a step back, his hand gripping my arm. “Who is that?” he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.“I don’t know,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, but I knew one thing for certain: this wasn’t a good sign. Whoever they were, they weren’t here to help us.The figure moved forward slowly, their steps deliberate and measured. As they stepped out of the shadows, the faint moonlight illuminated their face. It was a man, tall and broad-shouldered, with a calm, almost casual expression on his face. His eyes, though—there was somethi
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-08
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Ruined By Mafia 76- Dante's Return
Antonio's cold gaze stayed locked on me, his stance still as stone. His eyes were bottomless pits in the fading light, revealing nothing yet conveying everything. The shadows from the setting sun cast half his face in darkness, the other half illuminated in harsh relief, emphasizing the sharp angles of his features—the prominent cheekbones, the rigid jaw, the hawkish nose. Not a muscle twitched in his face, not a flicker of emotion crossed those granite features. In that moment, he seemed more statue than man, carved from some unyielding material that knew neither mercy nor fatigue. The silence between us stretched, elastic and dangerous, weighted with unspoken threats and consequences.I could see it in his eyes—he wasn't going to let this go. There was calculation there, cold and precise, as he measured my defiance against his authority. In all my weeks of training, I had never directly challenged him like this. I had pushed back in small ways, had questioned ce
Ruined By Mafia 75- Defiance
My steps faltered, my legs barely obeying me anymore. Each movement was a battle, a negotiation between mind and muscle, will and exhaustion. My feet, once sure and steady, now dragged against the gravel track, catching on the uneven surface. My ankles rolled, threatening to give way entirely. I stumbled, catching myself at the last moment, the jarring impact sending a fresh wave of pain through my already agonized body. The rhythm I had maintained for hours—the mechanical, mindless pattern of one foot after another—was breaking down.The world around me felt distant, blurred at the edges like a painting smeared by rough hands. Colors ran together, shapes lost their definition. The trees that ringed the training grounds had become dark smudges against a bleeding sky. The compound buildings in the distance wavered like a mirage, like something I had conjured from memory rather than something real and solid. My senses were shutting down one by one, self-preservation
Ruined By Mafia 74- Antonio’s Merciless Punishment
Two days. Forty-eight hours. That was the deadline I had given him. That was how long I told Marco he had to get Dante back here."Tell Dante he has 48 hours to return, or he won't like the consequences."I had said it with every ounce of defiance I had left. Standing in that kitchen, coffee forgotten, eyes locked with Marco's, I had felt powerful. Dangerous. I had stood tall, voice unwavering, willing to challenge the very man who had kept me caged in this world. In that moment, I had believed my own bluff—believed that I could create the kind of chaos that would force Dante's hand, that would make him acknowledge my existence again. The marble countertop had been cool beneath my fingertips as I leaned forward, my reflection fractured in Marco's dark, unreadable eyes. Something had shifted between us in that moment—a balance of power tilting ever so slightly.But now—now that time had passed—doubt crept in, insidious and persistent.
Ruined By Mafia 73- The Breaking Point
I had asked Marco so many times. Where is Dante? Why is he avoiding me? When is he coming back? And every single time, Marco gave me the same damn answer: "He's busy." Or worse—"He's dealing with the chaos you created."The first time he said it, I had laughed bitterly, thinking he was just trying to get under my skin. A cruel joke meant to make me squirm. I'd rolled my eyes and walked away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how deeply his words cut. But the second time? The third? The tenth? I realized he meant it. Every syllable dripped with conviction. There was no mockery in his eyes, no twisted pleasure in delivering his twisted lies—just cold certainty. He truly believed that this was my fault. That Dante was busy cleaning up my mess.And that—that made me furious.How the hell was this my fault? What had I done? I had simply asked for the truth. I had demanded answers that were rightfully mine. I deserved to know what I had
Ruined By Mafia 72- The Cold Silence
It has been a month. A full month since the last time I saw Dante. I stood at the window of my room, staring out at the sprawling estate grounds without really seeing them, my mind caught in the same loop of thoughts that had plagued me for thirty unbearable days. A month since he pinned me against the wall, his body a cage of barely contained violence, his fingers digging into my wrists with enough force to leave marks that lingered for days afterward. A month since his voice dripped with barely contained fury as he demanded answers from me, questions about Alexandro, about the dance, about whispered words that weren't nearly as significant as Dante had made them out to be.A month since he vanished.Not physically, of course. I knew he was here, somewhere within these walls. The mansion was large, but not large enough for him to disappear completely. Occasionally I would hear his voice echoing down corridors, catch glimpses of his security detail moving with purpose,
Ruined By Mafia 71- Uncontrollable Rage
A bitter laugh escaped my lips, the sound harsh and unfamiliar even to my own ears. I was fucking losing it. All the control I prided myself on, all the calculated coldness that had seen me rise through the ranks to where I stood now—it was crumbling under the weight of emotions I couldn't name, couldn't understand, couldn't control.Before I could stop myself, I reached for the nearest object—a crystal tumbler left on the desk, the remnants of whiskey still coating the bottom. I threw it. Hard. My arm moved with all the force of my rage behind it, the glass leaving my hand like a missile seeking a target.The impact was violent, explosive, satisfying in a primal way nothing else had been since I witnessed Alexandro's hands on her. The glass shattered against the wall, shards scattering across the floor like tiny, glittering knives, each one reflecting the dim light of the room. The sound echoed through the space, a culmination of the violence build
Ruined By Mafia 70- Uncontrollable Rage
I stormed into my room, my steps heavy and unforgiving, each footfall a thunderous declaration of the fury coursing through my veins. The rage inside me burned like wildfire, threatening to consume everything in its path, reducing my carefully constructed control to ashes. My heart hammered against my ribcage, the sound deafening in my ears.The second I stepped inside, I slammed the door shut behind me. Hard. The impact rattled the walls, the sound echoing through the vast, empty space like a gunshot in the dead of night. The heavy mahogany vibrated from the force, the hinges straining against the sudden violence. But it did nothing—absolutely nothing—to ease the storm brewing inside me. If anything, it only intensified the hurricane of emotions threatening to tear me apart from the inside out.My chest rose and fell too fast, my breathing uneven, almost ragged, as if I'd run miles instead of simply walking away from her. Each breath burned in my l
Ruined By Mafia 69- Dangerous Confrontation
I ran after him, reached for his arm, and grabbed him. My fingers closed around the fabric of his sleeve, the solid muscle of his forearm beneath. The contact was electric, a connection forced when he had made every effort to maintain distance. I pulled, forcing him to stop, to acknowledge me, to face what he was trying so hard to avoid."I want answers. Right now." The words burst from me, raw and demanding, brooking no refusal. There was no room for compromise in them, no space for negotiation or delay. They hung in the air between us, a gauntlet thrown down, a challenge issued that could not be withdrawn.And that was when everything shattered.The moment my fingers tightened around his sleeve, I knew I had pushed too far. Dante stopped. Abruptly. Too fast. My momentum carried me forward another half-step before I registered the sudden stillness in him—a dangerous stillness that made the air around us feel electrified.Before I could
Ruined By Mafia 68- Dangerous Confrontation
My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath unsteady, but I forced my legs to move, pushing forward, running after him. Each beat seemed to echo through my entire body, a drumbeat of determination that drowned out the whispers of caution. The gravel crunched beneath my heels as I hurried up the steps, the sound jarringly loud in the quiet night. My lungs burned with the effort, with the fear, with the desperation that propelled me forward despite every warning sign telling me to stop, to wait, to retreat."Dante!" My voice echoed through the grand foyer, bouncing off marble floors and high ceilings. The sound was smaller than I'd intended, more pleading than demanding. It betrayed the uncertainty beneath my resolve, the fear that tangled with my need for answers.He didn't stop. The straight line of his back remained unbroken, his stride unfaltering as he moved down the long corridor toward his study. The place where secrets lived, where truths were locked awa
