All Chapters of Ruined By The Mafia: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW)"You should be nominated for an Oscar."I finally acknowledged Rue's presence in the room. I reached up, wiped my tears away, and turned to face her. She looked at me with glee and a grin I wanted to slap off her face."Boss would be overjoyed at your outstanding performance. For a brief moment, you had me fooled." She smirked as she approached the cell, studying me. "Oh, it appears that Enzo was not the only one who caught feelings. It must hurt, doesn't it?" She mockingly laughed out loud. "Now that your part of the script has ended, mine has begun." She winked, turned, and walked out of the room, and as soon as the door was shut and I was back in the suppressive darkness, tears streamed down my cheeks, and I burst into uncontrollable sobs, nearly stumbling as I balanced myself against the wall.I'm sorry, Enzo. I'm sorry.The words echoed over and over again. My throat tightened, my heart raced, and I found it difficult to breathe once more. I slid down

[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]I stared at the bold red line on the dipstick, and it stared back even more fiercely.Pregnant!The word echoed, and I did not realize it when I stumbled against the bathroom wall, shock coursing through me like a hot stream of lava. The sweat prickled my brow, and the drum of my heart was too loud for my ears. I felt my hand sweat, and it shook around the pregnancy dipstick.No! This couldn't be happening to me!I could not possibly be pregnant. I returned the dipstick to my face, and the red line stared back, as if mocking and laughing at my face.Fuck! I was definitely pregnant! How could I have been so stupid?I let out a frustrated laugh and racked my fingers through my hair. Of course, the first time in three years that I decided to give myself to him, I ended up fucked, pregnant, and alone! There was no way Giovanni was going to accept this; he would say the child wasn't his since he had already labeled me a whore.I slid down to the floor and let out

(KHIONE'S POINT OF VIEW) I remained there in the same position for as long as I could, until I was unable to distinguish between time and emotion. I was so numb that I was unable to feel the pain in my own heart anymore, so even when I heard the loud opening and closing sounds of the door and Rue's laughter filled the room, I remained motionless. Once her laughter died, she tsked. "Aren't you a miserable thing? Pregnant and discarded." When I finally moved, every joint in my body ached. My numbness instantly subsided. I looked at her. "I see that you are taking pleasure in this. You initiated all of this, after all. She laughed, finally dropping the façade she had been maintaining. “Do not misunderstand me, Khione. I never intended to sabotage your relationship with Giovanni; I have never given a damn about your shit, so it never began with me. I only played the part on my cards, and everything else fell into place smoothly." A slight frown owned my features, and I was getting of

(ANASTASIA'S POINT OF VIEW)"Anastasia!?" The vexation in his eyes had faded, and he now wore a shocked expression. "What-how-" he couldn't seem to find the right words. "How come you're here?""The Martins sent me. They said I would find the answers I seek here. Are you going to be the one to give me the answers?"Growing up in a home devoid of emotions and warmth taught me how to hide my emotions quite well. I was almost acting against my true nature in the Mezzesalmas household, or perhaps the Mezzesalmas brought out a side of me that I did not know existed, especially Enzo, but this was who I was. Cold and emotionless, almost like the people who raised me.While they strive to become less human by the day, I strive to become more human. There was nothing wrong with having feelings, but they saw everything wrong with it.He exchanged a glance with Max before sighing in response to my words. "I believe the Martins told you nothing. "Please allow me to introduce myself; my name is Gr

[ANASTASIA’S POINT OF VIEW]In order to celebrate our victory, we hit the nearest club. I sat on one of the bar stools, watching as the rest of the squads celebrated their victory, but it did not feel like a victory to me anymore, more like a defeat as I remembered the dread in Enzo's eyes, the pain in his expression.I’d always wanted him to show his emotions, and when he finally did, I couldn't seem to bear it. I'd complained that he was too blank, but tonight I wished he had remained blank and not revealed anything to me. Maybe he knew what those emotions would do to me, and that is why he had them all over his face; he knew they would haunt me for a long time.I closed my eyes, and my mind immediately replayed the events of an hour ago. I shivered as I shot him, thinking he was going to pull his own trigger, but he didn't, and he never planned to. But what if my bullet had hit somewhere else, perhaps his chest?Suddenly, my mind conjured up an image of Enzo lying in his pool of bl