The Mafia’s Ruthless Lover

The Mafia's Ruthless Lover

ChikitaLore

5.0
Comment(s)
29
View
15
Chapters

She's brutal, but she's sweet. He is insane, but he is so smitten with her. After all the struggles, can the mafias fall in love?

Chapter 1 UNO

In point of fact, Six Flags was a great deal of fun, but that drop ride stripped me down to only my underwear. I will not tell a fib; I have a fear of heights, yet it is not my fault that I have this fear. After discovering that I had a phobia of the dark, Damian and Zeke coerced me into jumping out of an airplane.

Since then, there has been roughly a week's worth of time, but even during that week, we have received threats from the Italians and lots of them. As soon as they saw the body of Jonathan, they became enraged and began to issue threats.

Since we already had the first two, we have already begun making preparations for the future, which is preferable for us. My dad jumped right in to see what we could do about it, and he's been a big help all along the way. It is simple, but only sometimes; yet, he makes it simpler to do the task in a short amount of time.

"What are you planning to do or have ideas for?" I inquired with my dad. "Well, for a fact, I know there'll be a war between us and the Italians, but only a certain amount is willing to fight us off, which, in all honesty, is weird, but the less, the better."

"When will we go, or when will they come?"

"I sent a message to go see when they'd come, and he would phone me or give me a text message to let me know when they arrived. However, there are still several days until the actual assault, and we are ready for it.

"Right, and Christiano?"

Your brother does not have any input into this matter. It is to continue in that manner." I give him a brief smile and nod before turning around to head out the door. Additionally, Franceska. She is completely unaware of what it is that we do, let alone the assault that is going to take place.

"Tell Bora that she wants him to spend around three days traveling with her somewhere. When she returns after the three days have passed, she will find that everything has returned to its usual state. Make sure that nobody tells her about it. Her father has been quite explicit that he will be the one to tell her what he does and who he is, but until that time comes, she remains in the dark about both of these things. I give a final nod and then leave.

As I make my way upstairs, the first door I knock on is the door to Bora's room. I have no choice but to let her know the plan since I am certain that she will want to come, and even if I tell her categorically not to go, she will be defiant enough to go anyhow.

"What?" She went ahead and opened the door. Her appearance was one of exhaustion and weariness. "Hello to you, too."

"Okay. What are you looking for?" I followed her into the building as she went inside. "You know how we have been getting threats?"

"Yes."

"We are all going to participate besides you."

"The fuck I am," you said. What gives you reason to believe that I won't go and kill them all? It's imperative that I show up, Connor.

"I know, but it's not my choice; it's my dad's."Since Franceska is in the dark about this, he has asked you to ensure that she remains in the dark until her father breaks the news to her.

"What do you mean?"

"Franceska's dad is the Don of the German Mafia, but Franceska doesn't know that, so my dad wants to make sure she doesn't know until her dad tells her."

"And this explains why she left for Germany at seven in the morning." It makes complete sense, but it's alright. I'll just stay away from her. Where are we, then?"

"Another one of our vacation houses is located on the outskirts of the city. You'll be there for three days, but in the meantime, tell her that I've given you both permission to hang around at home for the next three days and do whatever you choose.

"Okay, when are we leaving?"

"I'll let you know when we find out when they'll come and attack."

"Alright, do I go tell her right now or what?"

"If you want, just make sure not to make it suspicious." She gazed at her hands and began to pick at her fingernails as she regarded them.

"What's wrong?"

"Not even that. It's just that I don't want her to know about it. Even though I am aware that her father will inform her, she is still my closest friend.

"Pumpkin, I know, but it's for now until they tell her."

"Fine, I'm going to go tell her." I gave a small nod, and then we both exited the room.

If telling her a lie was the only way to ensure that she was safe from whatever it was, then I had no choice but to do so. Because she is my closest friend, I felt terrible when I had to lie to her.

However, I am obligated to tell her. I have also been making an effort, for the purpose of my own well-being, to avoid looking at Connor, and as a result, I have not been sleeping. I recently had a nightmare, and to tell you the truth, when I used to get them, they would wear me down to the point where I wouldn't eat, but I'm going to act like I'm perfectly well even if I'm not. I finally reached her room and rapped on the door before entering.

"Hey, what happened?"

"Nothing; I need to tell you something."

"Good or bad?"

"Good." She nods, then quickly pushes the door open completely. As soon as I get inside, I make my way to her bedroom. "So, what do you want to talk about?"

"Want to have a girls' day for like three days?"

"Yes! When and where will it be?"

"Well, I haven't figured out what day, but we'll have a sunny day, and Connor is letting me stay at one of these houses he has, and we can stay there and party just me and you."

"Just us?"

"Yes."

"What made you want to have that day?"

Oh, to hell with me. I prayed that she wouldn't ask me what had prompted the sudden desire to take that so-called girl's day off. So, I was prepared for her question. I'm sorry, but I can't offer an explanation for that particular aspect of the situation.

"There is no explanation; I suddenly had the thought right before the deadline. But hey, if Connor lets me use the house, I'll take that as an opportunity to party till the wee hours of the morning and drink all night."

"This is why I love you."

"Okay. I'll send you a text when I have some free time. I get from her bed and walk out the door once she gives me the okay. As I make my way downstairs, I make my way into the kitchen, where I find my brother.

"Hi."

"What's up?"

"I have a query. When is your mother going to get here?"

"In fourteen days with your father. You are aware that you are required to tell them. I let out a sigh as I made my way towards the chair.

What if I don't feel like doing it? Already, my mother is concerned about me. Now, just think what I'm going to say to her."

"I know, but would you rather live with the guilt of not telling them or tell them and have them support you?"

"Fine. I despise it when you prove to be correct. After he left, I looked up and saw Connor enter into the room. "I've been thinking, you know."

"Wow, you think?"

"Extremely amusing, but on a serious note, when exactly will you divulge everything that Jonathan said? From the guys of the Brazilian mafia."

"Do you really want to know?"

"Wait, before anything, you know I still don't forgive you for what you did."

"You're right. Believe me, I am aware that it takes some time to think of something but believe me when I say that the wait will be well worth it.

"So I-" "I still want to know."

"Are you sure?" He exhibited both a nod and a sigh. I reach out and take his hand as we go up the stairs together in the direction of my room since he is the first person I'm going to tell this to.

Because I can put my full faith in him, he is the very first person to whom I have felt no hesitation in disclosing this circumstance. We made it to my room, and once we were there, I opened the door and locked it behind us. I pulled him to my room and made him sit on my bed.

"Okay. Permit me to share the story behind it. Don't make any sounds or utter any words. It is shocking to see how different the two are, yet there is no mistaking who is who. This is one of the reasons why I despise my father, so I hope you enjoy it. I smiled in a mocking manner.

Continue Reading

Other books by ChikitaLore

More

You'll also like

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

Rollins Laman
5.0

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

Madel Cerda
4.5

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

The Mute Heiress's Fake Marriage Pact

Alma
5.0

I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute with cognitive delays, a spare part to be traded away. Within hours of my arrival, my father decided to sell me to Julian Thorne, a bitter, paralyzed heir, just to secure a corporate merger. My sister Tiffany treated me like trash, whispering for me to "go back to the gutter" before pouring red wine over my dress in front of Manhattan's elite. When a drunk cousin tried to lay hands on me at the engagement gala, my grandmother didn't protect me-she raised her silver-topped cane to strike my face for "embarrassing the family." They called me a sacrificial lamb, laughing as they signed the prenuptial agreement that stripped me of my freedom. They had no idea I was E-11, the underground hacker-artist the world was obsessed with, or that I had already breached their private servers. I found the hidden medical records-blood types A, A, and B-a biological impossibility that proved my "parents" were harboring a scandal that could ruin them. Why bring me back just to discard me again? And why was Julian Thorne, the man supposedly bound to a wheelchair, secretly running miles at dawn on his private estate? Standing in the middle of the ballroom, I didn't plead for mercy. I used a text-to-speech app to broadcast a cold, synthetic threat: "I have the records, Richard. Do you want me to explain genetics to the press, or should we leave quietly?" With the "paralyzed" billionaire as my unexpected accomplice, I walked out of the Vance house and into a much more dangerous game.

The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

The Scars Behind My Golden Dress

Catherine
5.0

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book