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45- Elena Hunts for Answers
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Ruined By Mafia 46- Elena Hunts for Answers
I felt something hot, suffocating, and unbearable rise in my throat.I thought of all the nights I had laid awake as a child, staring at the ceiling of my small, empty room, wondering why my parents had left me.Wondering why no one ever came back for me.And the answer had been standing in front of me this whole time.My stomach twisted violently.Marco ran a tired hand down his face, his breathing uneven. “Elena, I didn’t—”“What did they do to deserve this?” I cut him off, my voice sharp, breaking.Marco’s lips parted, but nothing came out.I stepped even closer, my pulse pounding.“To die at the hands of their own brother?”Marco’s expression darkened.His shoulders stiffened, his gaze flickering for just a second—a flicker of hesitation, of warning.Then, in a voice that was quieter, colder, heavier, he said—“Your parents weren’t what you think they were, Elena.”The words sent a sharp chill down my spine.I took a step back, my stomach twisting.“What?”Marco exhaled slowly, sh
Last Updated : 2025-02-25Ruined By Mafia 47-The Walk to Dante
The hallway felt endless.Dimly lit sconces cast long, flickering shadows against the walls, stretching like clawed hands reaching for me. The soft hum of distant conversation and the faint clinking of glasses from somewhere in the mansion barely registered over the sound of my own pulse pounding in my ears.I walked between Marco and the guard, my legs stiff, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.Dante needed to see us both.Marco had warned me—just do as he says if you want to stay alive.That wasn’t just a warning.It was a promise that whatever waited for us in Dante’s study wasn’t going to be good.I swallowed hard, the weight of his words sitting heavy on my chest.My mind was racing.Marco hadn’t even given me a chance to argue, to demand more answers before the guard showed up. Was that intentional?I forced myself to glance at him.His face was a mask. Cold. Unreadable. Distant.It was the same look he had worn all the time.The same look he had given me when I accused him
Last Updated : 2025-02-26Ruined By Mafia 48- The Weight of Truth
Dante laughed.Not loud. Not unhinged. But slow. Deliberate. Amused. The sound slithered through the air like smoke, curling around me, poisoning the space between us. Mocking me. I felt my stomach tighten, my hands curling into fists at my sides, but I didn't move. Didn't speak. Because I knew—this wasn't just a laugh. It was a warning.The ornate study suddenly felt smaller, the mahogany walls closing in as Dante's laughter faded into a lingering echo. The fireplace cast long, dancing shadows across his face, highlighting the cruel amusement in his eyes. Those eyes that seemed to see right through me, that had always seen right through me, even when I didn't know we were connected.Dante exhaled, shaking his head slightly, as if he couldn't believe the audacity of my question. The leather of his chair creaked as he shifted, his expensive suit barely wrinkling despite his relaxed posture. He was the picture of elegant control, and I was coming undone before him.Then, his gaze flicked
Last Updated : 2025-02-27Ruined By Mafia 49- Training Decree
The words landed like a slap. I felt them in my bones, in the sharp, searing pain in my chest. My parents hadn't just worked for criminals—they had plotted with them, schemed with them, used a child as currency in their power plays.A child. Dante would have been just a boy when my parents were working for his father. A boy they were willing to sacrifice for their own ends.I opened my mouth, but no words came out. The revelation stole my voice, left me gasping silently in its wake. My mother's face flashed in my mind—the gentle smile I barely remembered, the soft hands I had idealized for twenty-five years. Had those same hands drafted plans to kidnap a child? Had that smile hidden such calculated cruelty?Betrayal. Blackmail. They had promised to deliver Dante like some bargaining chip. And for the first time since this conversation started, I saw it. Why Dante had so much hatred in his voice when he spoke about them. Why he had looked at me, the wariness, the suspicion, the barely c
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Ruined By Mafia 50- Training Decree
I swallowed hard, forcing down the nausea rising in my throat. The room seemed to spin slightly, reality shifting and reforming around me once more. Just when I thought I had reached the bottom of this nightmare, the floor gave way again, sending me tumbling into new depths of horror.Antonio. The name itself sent a cold shiver down my spine. I had seen him before—silent, calculating, ruthless. He moved through the mansion like a shadow, appearing and disappearing without warning. The few times I had glimpsed him, he had been watching, assessing, his gaze clinical and detached.He wasn't like Marco. He didn't pretend to care, didn't soften his edges with false kindness or gentle touches. There was no warmth in him, no humanity that I could detect. He was a machine, programmed for one purpose only.He wasn't like Dante either. Dante, for all his cruelty and calculation, at least possessed a certain charm, a polished veneer that made his ruthlessness all the more chilling. Antonio had no
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Ruined By Mafia 51- The Training Begins
A harsh, relentless pounding on the door yanked me from the fragile grip of sleep. My body jerked awake, heart hammering as I struggled to process where I was. The room was still cloaked in darkness, the only light coming from the faint glow of the bedside lamp I had forgotten to turn off. For a fleeting second, I thought maybe it was a dream, a cruel trick of my exhausted mind. But the knocking came again, harder this time, rattling the doorframe.“Elena,” Marco’s voice was sharp, impatient. “Get up.”I groaned, pressing my palms against my eyes as the dull ache in my body registered all at once. Every muscle throbbed from the events of the past few days—tense encounters, sleepless nights, and worst of all, the weight of my past. My body wasn’t ready for this. My mind wasn’t ready for this. But none of that mattered. Not in this world.I forced myself upright, wincing as my stiff limbs protested the movement. “What time is it?” My voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper.“Five,”
Last Updated : 2025-03-03Ruined By Mafia 52- The Training
The cold concrete floor sent a chill up my spine as I shifted my stance, barely managing to stay upright. My breath came in ragged gasps, my muscles screaming in protest, but Antonio didn’t relent. He never did.“Again,” he commanded, his voice sharp, unwavering.I swallowed hard, adjusting my footing. The bruises littering my body throbbed with every movement, a painful reminder of how many times I had already been knocked down. My arms felt like lead, my legs unsteady, but I wasn’t about to give up. Not in front of him.Antonio circled me like a predator assessing its prey. His dark eyes were calculating, unwavering in their scrutiny. “You’re too slow,” he remarked. “Too predictable.”I bit the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to stay focused. I had to block. I had to react faster. I had to stop ending up on the ground. He lunged, his fist cutting through the air, aimed straight for my face. Instinctively, I raised my arms in a weak attempt to shield myself, but he was faster. His
Last Updated : 2025-03-04Ruined By Mafia 53- The Training
The sun climbed higher in the sky as we continued, casting shorter shadows across the training ground. Time seemed to stretch and contract, measured only by the count of bullets spent, the mechanical action of reloading when the magazine emptied.By the time Antonio finally lowered my arm, my muscles ached, my hands numb from the repeated recoil. My ears rang slightly despite the protection we wore. The wooden target was riddled with bullet holes, some closer to the center than others, a visual record of my progress over the hours we'd spent here.I had improved.But I didn't feel victorious. There was no satisfaction in becoming better at dealing death, even if it was only to a wooden board. The ease with which I now handled the weapon was disturbing—a reminder of how quickly one could adapt to violence, how the unthinkable could become routine with enough repetition.I lowered the gun, staring at it in my hands. The cold metal still felt foreign, unwelcome. No matter how many times
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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
