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60- The First Test
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Ruined By Mafia 61- The First Test
I continued before he could reply, knowing that maintaining momentum was crucial, that hesitation now would undermine the confidence I had projected. "Sometimes, it just means we're not what people expect." A careful answer, one that acknowledged the danger implied in his warning while suggesting that perhaps the danger applied more to others than to me. Not a claim of immunity or invulnerability, which would have been both false and foolish, but rather a subtle indication that I understood more than they might assume.A brief silence followed, heavy with assessment and consideration. The gray-eyed man's expression remained largely impassive, but there was something in his gaze now—a spark of interest, perhaps, or simply acknowledgment that this conversation had taken an unexpected turn. The others at the table watched with varying degrees of curiosity, their attention shifting between the gray-eyed man, Dante, and myself as they waited to see how this exchange would develop.Then—he
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The conversation around the table continued, but I wasn't paying attention anymore. The voices of everyone blended into a meaningless hum as something else captured my awareness—a subtle shift in the atmosphere that prickled against my skin. I could feel him before I saw him. A new presence. A shift in the air that altered the energy of the entire room.It was subtle at first—the way the men at the table adjusted their posture, straightening almost imperceptibly in their seats. The way their laughter quieted just slightly, becoming more measured, more controlled. The way Dante's fingers, which had been idly tapping against his crystal glass, suddenly stilled. These minute changes spoke volumes. Whoever this man was, he mattered. He carried weight in this world I was still learning to navigate.I turned my head just as he approached, stepping into the warm glow cast by the ornate chandeliers overhead. The golden light seemed to accentuate everything about him—his height, his posture, t
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The moment they stepped back into the room, I knew something was wrong. The door to the private chamber swung open with a soft click, and both men emerged, their re-entry drawing the subtle attention of everyone at our table and several others nearby. My eyes fixed on them immediately, searching for clues, for some indication of what had transpired behind closed doors.Dante's expression was unreadable, a perfect mask of composure that gave nothing away to the casual observer. But I wasn't a casual observer, and I wasn't fooled by the veneer of calm he projected. There was tension in his shoulders, a controlled stillness to the way he walked—as if he was barely keeping himself from snapping someone's neck. His movements were too precise, too measured, like a predator restraining itself with tremendous effort. The slight tightness around his eyes, the almost imperceptible clench of his jaw—these were warning signs I'd learned to recognize during my time with him. W
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I kept my expression carefully composed, even as my pulse hammered against my ribs. The room around us continued its rhythmic flow of conversation and laughter, the clink of crystal against crystal, the low murmur of business being conducted beneath the veil of social niceties. None of it penetrated the strange, tense bubble that had formed around our corner of the table. Because I could feel it—the weight of Alessandro's stare, the slow, deliberate way he studied me.His gaze traveled over my features with the careful attention of someone memorizing details for future reference, lingering on my eyes as if searching for something specific there. His smirk was lazy, the slight curve of his lips suggesting amusement at some private joke, but his eyes—his eyes were sharp. Focused. Predatory in a way that made my skin prickle with warning.The businessman who had attempted to steer the conversation back to safer topics had given up, turning his attention to one
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The air around us shifted. The tension, already thick, hardened into something suffocating as Alexandro leaned back in his chair, smirking. His attention was still on me. Only me. He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip, before tilting his head slightly—like he was considering something. And then, with a voice smooth as silk, he said it. "Dance with me." The words landed like a gunshot. The entire table fell silent. I felt the shift before I even looked. The way the men glanced between Dante and Alexandro, some amused, some wary. I knew what this was. This wasn't a request. It was a power move. A game. And I was the piece being played.I hesitated for only a second, my heartbeat thudding in my ears. If I refused, I would be insulting someone with enough power to openly challenge Dante. If I accepted… I'd be walking into something far more dangerous than just a dance. I swallowed hard. Then, without turning my head, I glanced at Dante. He didn't stop me. Didn't say
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I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, trying to force the chaos inside me back into a cage. The physical pain helped, providing a focal point, a tether to reality as my thoughts threatened to spiral completely out of control. I fought to keep my expression composed, aware that dozens of eyes might be watching this interaction, analyzing.Before I could even process my next move—A chair scraped back violently across the marble floor.The sound sliced through the air like a blade, cutting through the music, the conversation, the carefully maintained veneer of civility that coated this gathering of predators. It was a jarring, discordant note in the symphony of luxury and power.The room tensed. Conversations faltered mid-sentence. The clinking of crystal glasses ceased. Even the orchestra seemed to hesitate, the music temporarily losing its confident rhythm before recovering. The collective attention of the room shifted, drawn like sha
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The silence in the car was suffocating. A heavy, thick thing that wrapped around my throat, pressing into my chest like an invisible hand, squeezing. Each breath felt labored, as if the very air itself resisted my lungs' efforts. The tension between us had become a physical entity, occupying the limited space within the luxury vehicle, making the confines feel even smaller than they were.I sat stiffly in my seat, my back straight, my fingers curled tightly into my lap. I didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe too loudly. The air inside the car was too still, too fragile, as if the smallest sound would be enough to make it shatter. The soft hum of the engine provided the only soundtrack to our journey, punctuated occasionally by the sound of tires rolling over uneven patches of road. The leather beneath me felt cold despite the warmth of the evening, or perhaps that was just my body's response to the chill emanating from the man beside me.Dante hadn't spoken. Not a word, not a whisper
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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
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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
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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
