All Chapters of Ruined By Mafia: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I stood there for a moment, my mind spinning, my body trembling. Everything had happened so fast. I had been so close to freedom, so close to escaping Dante’s grasp. But now, I was back in the same place I had fought so desperately to leave. The weight of Dante’s words pressed down on me, suffocating any hope I had left. My legs gave out, and I collapsed onto the bed, the soft mattress doing nothing to ease the tight knot in my chest. The room was cold despite the luxurious surroundings, and no matter how warm the blankets felt beneath my fingers, I couldn’t shake the chill that had settled into my bones.Dante’s voice echoed in my mind: *“You belong to me. Don’t ever forget that.”* It wasn’t just a warning; it was a promise. A dark, twisted promise that no matter what I did, no matter how far I ran, I would never be free of him. My hands trembled as I pressed them to my face, trying to hold back the wa

The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension, the scent of blood and sweat clinging to the concrete walls like a curse. Marco stood near the door, arms crossed, watching the man before him with a detached expression. Haines knelt on the cold floor, his breath ragged, his face smeared with a mixture of sweat and dirt. His hands were tied behind his back, his once-pristine suit now wrinkled and stained.  There was fear in his eyes. Not just fear—*desperation*.  “I—Marco, please,” Haines rasped, swallowing hard. His voice wavered, cracking under the weight of terror. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to kill me.”  Marco exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable. He didn’t respond right away, letting the silence settle between them, heavy and suffocating. Haines took that as an opportunity to push further.  “I’ll disappear,” Haines contin

The air in the study felt heavier now, thick with something unspoken. The dim lighting did little to ease the tension crackling between the two men. Marco stood rigid, his fists clenched at his sides, the muscles in his forearms taut beneath the fabric of his tailored coat. His normally composed demeanor was marred by the slight twitch in his jaw—a subtle tell, but one that Dante did not miss.Seated at his desk, Dante observed him with amusement, swirling the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid shift under the warm glow of his desk lamp. He had hit a nerve. And that, more than anything, intrigued him. Marco was not a man easily rattled.Marco exhaled sharply through his nose, his posture stiff as he turned toward the door. His hand reached for the handle, fingers brushing against the cool metal. It was clear—he was eager to leave. To put distance between himself and whatever storm was brewing between them.But Dante wasn’t finished

The air inside the warehouse was thick, suffocating.It smelled of damp metal and stale oil, with an underlying scent of something else—something faintly coppery that made my stomach churn.My boots scuffed against the concrete floor as Marco led me forward, his grip firm on my arm. I wanted to pull away, wanted to dig my heels in and refuse to move any closer—but my body felt frozen, every instinct inside me screaming that I didn’t want to see whatever lay ahead.And then, I did.He stood in the center of the warehouse, his presence commanding, undeniable. The dim light from above cast sharp shadows across his face, accentuating the cruel smirk that played at his lips.But it wasn’t just him.My gaze dropped, and my stomach twisted violently.Haines.He was slumped in a chair—hands cuffed behind his back, his head hanging forward, his body motionless. The dim light illuminated the bruises on his face, the dried blood at the corner of his mouth.My throat tightened.I took an instinct

 I stood there, rooted to the spot, as Dante’s words hung in the air like a heavy, suffocating fog. The prisoner... the one whose life had been taken so abruptly, was dead because of my choice. I had made a decision, thinking I was doing the right thing, but now, with the coldness of Dante's voice still echoing in my ears, the truth crashed down on me like a ton of bricks."He was killed because you chose to save Haines," Dante's voice was low, almost calm, but there was a sharpness in it that cut through my chest like a knife.The words made no sense at first. My mind was trying to wrap itself around them, to find a way to justify my actions, but there was no escaping it. The prisoner was dead. And it was my fault.I took a shaky breath, my eyes darting to the ground, then to the walls, as if searching for some kind of escape from the weight of this revelation. Haines. The man I had chosen to save. He hadn't hesitated. Not for a second. He ha