All Chapters of Ruined By Mafia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The weight of Dante’s words lingered in the air, pressing down on me like a vice. “Then you’re of no use to me.” He’d said it so casually, as if my life could be discarded as easily as one of his unfinished plans. It wasn’t a threat; it was a fact. He didn’t need to say any more. I was either going to survive in his world or die trying.I glanced at the men gathered around the table. They were all watching me, their expressions cold, some even amused. I could see it in their eyes—they didn’t believe I could do it. They were waiting for me to fail.“What now?” I finally asked, my voice quiet but steady. I wasn’t about to give them the satisfaction of seeing me crumble, not after everything I’d been through.Dante’s gaze flickered over me, but his face remained unreadable. “You’ll be working with Viktor,” he said, gesturing toward the man with the scar that had taunted me moments earlier. “He’ll give you your first assignment.”Viktor’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with s

The next few days passed in a blur of exhaustion, tension, and uncertainty. Dante’s mansion became a maze I had to navigate, filled with men who looked at me like I didn’t belong. Maybe I didn’t. Every room felt colder than the last, the walls closing in on me as if reminding me there was no escape. Each morning, I woke up waiting for the next test, the next task that would push me closer to the edge.And each day, I survived. Barely.The assignment with Moretti had left me shaken, but it wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was realizing how easily I’d been pulled into Dante’s world. How quickly I was becoming a part of something I swore I could never accept. The fear that once controlled me now felt different—less panicked and more calculated. It wasn’t just fear of death anymore; it was fear of what I was becoming.I sat in the small room they had given me, staring at the blank walls. The only sound came from the ticking of the old clock on the desk, and every tick felt like it wa

I got out of the car, my legs still shaky as I made my way to the front entrance. The mansion loomed before me, cold and imposing, just like the man who ruled it. My heart pounded in my chest as I walked inside, every step feeling heavier than the last.When I reached Dante’s office, I paused outside the door, my hand hovering over the handle. I didn’t know what was waiting for me on the other side, but I knew I couldn’t hesitate any longer. I had to face him, face the consequences of my failure.I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.Dante was sitting behind his desk, his eyes already on me as I stepped inside. His expression was unreadable, but I could feel the weight of his disappointment, even from across the room.I stood there, unsure of what to say, unsure of what he wanted from me. My heart raced as I waited for him to speak, the silence stretching between us like a chasm.Finally, he leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “So,” he said, his voice calm

I stared down at the man, my mind spinning, my heart racing. The world seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with the weight of the decision I was about to make. I could feel the pressure of Viktor’s gaze, of Dante’s expectations, crushing me.There was no way out.The man whimpered again, his body shaking with fear. My finger hovered over the trigger, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I was shaking all over, my mind screaming at me to stop, but my body wouldn’t listen.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out everything around me.Then I pulled the trigger.The sound was deafening, echoing off the walls of the warehouse. I didn’t open my eyes right away, didn’t want to see what I had done. My hands were trembling so badly I could barely hold the gun anymore.When I finally opened my eyes, the man was lying still, blood pooling around him. The sight of it made my stomach lurch, and I stumbled back, dropping the gun to the floor.Viktor didn’t say anything at first. He ju

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