Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruined By The Mafia: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

[ENZO’S POINT OF VIEW]Another torturous session lasted for hours and hours, but sadly, none of the men—those debilitated bastards—could survive for longer than three hours.As I approached him, I grinned at my fifth man of the day. He remained huddled back against the cage, trembling and vibrating in terror. I tsked. When were they going to realize that they could not get away from me, no matter how much they recoiled in terror? Perhaps if they surrendered willingly, I could reduce the amount of pain, but there was fun in that, and I needed my fun. Their screams served as the icing on the cake, adding to the torment and aversion in their eyes, which satisfied my inner thirst.“Enzo.”When I heard my name, I came to an unplanned halt, hissed at the intrusion, and then turned to face Kai. I raised an eyebrow as I awaited his justification for interfering with my fun time. A file bag hung loosely in his hand, and he had an enigmatic expression on his face. He cleared his throat and ex

[KHIONE’S POINT OF VIEW]A lot happened in a single day.Not only was Sandrino dead, Galileo had also joined his father. Miranda had been crestfallen and had been imprisoned in her room for the past two days since she woke up. Giovanni appeared to be going through the same thing since he had been splenetic with everyone that traversed his path. Godfather Gattani remained monotonous; I had no idea what was going through that man's mind. And lastly, Enzo, nobody approached him, and no one knew how he was doing as he stayed locked up in his room.The Great Mezzesalma family was in disarray.I stood in front of Enzo’s room since he was the only person who wouldn't chase me away, and I needed to know he was still alive in his room. I knocked on the door.“Enzo, it’s Khione. Can I come i-”I hadn't finished my sentence when the door opened, revealing Enzo in a muddled state. His face was still perfectly bruised from Galileo's punches, and his eyes were inflamed and sore as if he had been c

[ANASATSIA’S POINT OF VIEW]-TWO MONTHS LATER-Time flew by when you did not want it to, faster than any rollercoaster, and before I knew it, two months had passed.I stood before the Mezzesalma, a hoodie over my head and my hands tucked into the pockets of my sweater as I stared at the mansion. After months of being away, it still looked the same, except it looked like there was now a dark cloud over it.Possibly due to the fact that everything had changed. Following the passing of his father, Enzo assumed leadership of the Mezzesalma Empire and established a solid reputation in the underworld. If he had previously been referred to as the devil's son, he was now the devil.He was feared by the populace as though he were a ticking time bomb or a walking plague. My head hung low in desolation as I realized they had triumphed in turning him into what they wanted. He had transformed into the weapon that would expand their empire just as they wanted. And I missed him.I missed him so m

[ANASATSIA’S POINT OF VIEW]I woke up with blood all over the sheets, but I could not tell where it was coming from because my entire body ached and throbbed like my skin was peeled off. I hugged the bedsheets to my sheet and wrapped my arms around my knees to my chest, ignoring how my body screamed for mercy as the previous night's events flashed through my mind.He didn't stop when I told him to, but what did I expect? My eyes welled up with tears as I remembered how merciless he was; he knew I was in pain, but he did not stop until I passed out.I blinked my tears away as the bathroom door opened, and Enzo emerged, wearing only sweatpants that looked good on his hips. He moved closer to the bed and tossed a pack of condoms in front of me. I gaped in horror at it before abruptly lifting my head to look at his face. "I am up for another round, darling. You passed out last night, which was not fun." He tsked, then sneered, an inhumane expression on his face.He didn't care that my

[ANASATSIA'S POINT OF VIEW]-Three Weeks Later-I could only cry as I washed the blood off my body. The more places my hand touched, the louder I sobbed from pain.My palms were bleeding from old and new wounds that were not treated, yet new ones were being added every day. Even though the water from the shower was warm, I shivered in a cold sweat as I thought about how many times my palms had been cut, how many times he had used the leather whip on my skin—it was supposed to be a source of pleasure, but every time he did, I only felt pain—and how many times I had bled during sex—perhaps something had broken inside of me, but he did not seem to care. He remained indifferent.Everywhere in my body hurt to the point where I felt like dying; I wanted to die because I felt like my body wouldn't be able to take it anymore.He was inhumane, and he had proven it, but if he wanted me to fight or flee, I wasn't going to do it, no matter how much it hurt. Once I stepped out of the shower, I d