Category: The Mafia’s Ruination

 

 THE MAFIA’S RUINATION

The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 19

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

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Alexander’s POV

Closing the door to my room, I entered the bathroom to take another shower. My head was racing an unwanted marathon.

Turning on the faucet, the water poured down on me, not calming my nerves or headache at all.

Incompetent fóol.

Bastàrd.

Idiót.

Stupíd.

Those words were having lots of fun by replaying over and over in my ears. It was on an annoying and infuriating loop, and I could do absolutely nothing to stop it.

I tried to cry, but I had lost the ability to. I wanted to scream on top of my voice with a loud cry, but I couldn’t, not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t.

Alice was right. I’m a monstér, not human at all.

Putting on my clothes, I stayed up doing nothing, except if you count looking blankly at the window as something.

My body ached, my head ached, my heart ached, my legs ached, my hands ached, my back ached. I wanted to stop the pain, but I couldn’t. I was helpless, so helpless I couldn’t even help myself.

I opened the nightstand drawer, taking out the insomnia pills and swallowed two, which wasn’t the dosage, but I didn’t care.

I laid down on my bed, hoping that the drugs could fóol my brain into thinking I was overstressed tonight and let me close my eyes, dozing off.

Suddenly, I was in a room, sitting on the cold floor with every lífe I had taken pointing a gún at me. They crept towards me, surrounding me like it was a ritúal. The lights went off, and I was immediately transported to the edge of a cliff. They were still pointing the gúns at me, and I couldn’t run. My feet were glued to the ground, unmoving as they approached me. Slowly, they raised their hands to me before púshing me backward. I fell, stumbling down the tall, rocky cliff, losing my conscioúsness, sinkíng into the ocean.

I sprang up from the bed, sitting up. My heart thumped against my ribcage, sweat on my forehead and clothes. I fought to regain my breaths, but it was a real struggle.

Why? I thought I could sleep. I slept well yesterday in the living room, so why is it so difficult?

This is frustrating, and I hate it. I just want to sleep; I’m tired, I’m weak. I just want a little bit of rest, why can’t I get that?

I re-entered the bathroom to take another shower before putting myself into works. I went through files on my laptop in my study till it was 7:00 AM.

Normally, I would have been in my suit, leaving for work by eight, but today, I wasn’t.

I got ready extra slowly, waiting for Alice to come into my room and say unnecessary things that I am beginning to love.

Love? I’m still loopy on the pills. I don’t have the heart to love anything.

8:30 AM, and Alice wasn’t down yet. I climbed the stairs, heading to her room but changed my mind before I could open the door.

She might still be sleeping; she isn’t a black-hearted person like me.

••

Driving to the office, I knew what I needed to do. I put a call across to the person who does the job perfectly.

My secretary stood up on her feet, bowing her head. “Good morning, Sir.” I nodded. “Sir, your meeting is in twenty minutes.”

“Reschedule it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Should I bring your coffee to you?”

“No,” I replied, opening my office door. “I don’t want anything.”

I took off my suit jacket, throwing it over the black leather sofa, walking to the glass walls.

“Sir, Suzie is here to see you.” My secretary, whose name I don’t remember, said through the intercom. “Should I let her in?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The door opened, and the sounds of heels hitting the flooring scratched my eardrums.

Suzie trailed her hand on my back, seductively. “I’ve missed you so much, Alex.”

Alex? You’ve got to be kidding. I might have to dispóse of anóther bódy today. My father wouldn’t like that; she was employed by him.

I turned to her, sighting her full face makeup and high ponytail. Her lips were blood red with lipstick.

It has barely been a week since I last saw her; she didn’t miss me. She just missed my dick, and I wanted her pussy.

Suzie works for me in the Mafía underworld as a sedúctress. She was surgícally curvàceous, and it gets men’s cócks rising and brains falling. She is the best at what she does—sedúcing the opposers.

She leaned in to kiss me; I yanked her ponytail backward, and she yelped, closing her eyes.

“What have I said about kissing me?” I asked, yànking it more pàinfully.

“That you don’t want to kiss tràsh cans. I’m sorry.”

“You also called me Alex…”

“Sorry, you’re hurting me.”

“Hmm, do I look like I care?” I inquired, dragging it down further. “It will take me just one búllet to kíll you, keep that in mind. Understand?”

“Yes, yes Boss.”

“Great,” I said, letting go of her ponytail, taking my seat on my swivel chair. “Súck my cóck like the slút you are.”

Lowering herself to her knees, she smiled, seductivély unzipping my zipper. She got to work, stroking my length and licking the tip like it was a lollipop.

She increased her speed in stroking and súcking me, sending me on the edge. She does know how to use her mouth well when she isn’t saying rúbbish. I pushed her head deeper as she gags on it. She strokes me, súcking, lícking me till my cúm flooded into my open hungry mouth.

She wiped her mouth with her thumb and licked it. I bent her over my desk, tearing up a condóm, wearing the foil over me, thrusting my erect díck into her àss.

“Oh, God…” She moaned as I thrust in and out of her plastic wide and big asshole. “Fúck, fúck me… Oh my gosh, God.”

The door swung open, and my gaze went there, ready to kíll the fúcking bàstard who did that but froze as I saw Alice at the door.

I couldn’t read her expression before she ran out, dropping a bag on the floor.

“Such a stupíd bítch.” Suzie’s voice unfroze me, and I glared down at her. Taking out my díck from her, I flipped her, stranglíng her. Her eyes began to water as her face turned blue due to lack of oxygen.

“Get lost.” I snapped, angrily. She ran out, dragging down her tight dress to cover her.

I pushed the intercom. “Block all exits and let no one but Suzie out. The girl in a flannel shirt, bring her to my office.”

Why did Alice come here? Why am I feeling like I was caught red-handed doing something bad?

TBC 📖✍️

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 THE MAFIA’S RUINATION

The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 18

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

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Alice’s POV

I had decided to stay up late tonight since I had a long nap in the afternoon, wanting to binge-watch all the Teen Wolf seasons.

I made a quick trip downstairs to make popcorn when I noticed the doors leading outside were open.

Since it was only Alexander and me staying in the main house, and the others were staying in the quarters, that only meant one thing: Alexander was out.

I strode towards the door, peeking outside. The night was starless and cold, and it looked like it was going to rain heavily.

He seemed lost in his own world, sipping on the red wine he was drinking.

“Alexander,” I called, walking over to him. He didn’t hear, or he chose to ignore me, but I’m going with the “he didn’t hear” part—it’s better. As he attempted to sip the wine, I took it from him, gulping it all in one go. Bad idea on my part; it was really strong, and I almost coughed it out. “This is strong but delicious,” I muttered, playing with the glass. “What is it?”

He didn’t spare me a glance as he asked, “Why are you awake?”

“I can ask you the same thing, Alex,” challenging him, I looked at him with questioning eyes. “And I will. Why are you awake, and what are you doing outside? Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m not cold,” he answered the least important question, ignoring the most important one, taking the glass from me. “I’m not feeling sleepy either.”

He wasn’t looking at my eyes. For some reason, he was avoiding it. Did something happen to him? Is he injured? Why doesn’t he seem like his usual self? Well, his usual self when he is with me.

“What’s wrong?” I stared at him, requesting to know why he wasn’t giving me that handsome smile of his. “Are you okay? Did something happen at work? You were really quiet throughout dinner. You okay?”

He shook his head, raking the fallen strands out of his face. “Yeah. I’m fine,” he muttered, dropping the wine and the glass on the grass. “Here is the remaining wine if you want it, night.”

With that, he turned his back and walked away from me back into the living room.

What could be the matter? Was it that call he was making? Who was he talking to in Italian? I’ve almost forgotten how relaxing it was to hear him speak Italian. He only spoke Italian to me once, and I LOVED it.

That wasn’t the issue on the desk right now. Something went wrong in his company today, and that has made him quiet. Should I just let him be? Should I go ask him more questions and make him open up to me?

I hope he will be okay. He didn’t do a successful job in making me not worry.

Walking back into the living room, I collided with him and landed on my butt. It sent jolts of pain throughout my body, and I cried out. Not very mature, I know.

Alexander’s hand stretched out for me to take it, and I didn’t hesitate for a second before taking it.

He inquired, raising me up. “Are you hurt?”

How can he ask me that after playing the loner game with me? He acts like he cares one moment, then the next, he doesn’t. I mean, I know he is supposed to be like that because he is a Màfia, but he should be different to some people in his life, especially the ones he kidnappéd.

“Yes. Of course, I’m hurt. Your hard body fell on me.”

“Is it my fault that you’re petite and weak?” He dared to ask me that question.

My mouth opened in shock, and I fisted my palm, punching his hard shoulder. Another bad idea on my part; it broke my knuckles. “You didn’t just call me weak, did you? I’m very strong; you’re just stronger.”

“Can you walk?”

Of course, I’m not a baby. Though it hurts like hell, I’ll have to act like I’m strong because I am.

“Yes, I can,” I replied, dusting the invisible and non-existent dust off my butt. “You should watch where you go; it’s useful.”

He raked his hair with his fingers, retorting. “You bumped into me.”

“No, I didn’t.” I stood my ground, walking to the stairs. “You did. Good night.”

“Horrible night.”

What?! He didn’t just say that, did he?

I glared coldly at him, wanting to slap that attitude out of him. “You– you know what? I’ll be the bigger person and let you be.”

••

Yawning, I checked the clock on the wall and smiled to myself.

I did it. I finished watching Teen Wolf last night despite the fact that Alexander annoyed me.

Entering the bathroom, I removed my clothes and stepped into the shower. The warm water rained down on my tired body.

I literally stayed up all night and didn’t sleep a wink. I guess it meant more naps for me.

What should I binge-watch tonight?

I let the question wander in my head as I got dressed. Alexander did a wonderful job in getting me clothes. They were so comfortable and homey.

I guess I should probably go meet him and talk to him about anything. I shouldn’t be mad at him; he got me a phone and had a bad day yesterday. I only made it worse for him.

I checked the time again, and it was 10:00 AM. Oops, he won’t be at home by this time but wherever he goes.

I’m one hundred percent sure that he won’t eat anything today if I don’t do something about it.

Maybe I should go to his company to give him his lunch? I could tell one of those guards to drive me there. Should I inform him before I come over to his company?

I checked my outfit in the mirror, twitching my lips, inspecting it. A jeans skirt, a black blouse, and a red and black patterned flannel over it with white sneakers.

Okay, I could work with that. Simple but hot, I like it.

My hair, should I do something about it? Should I leave it straightened or curled? I decided otherwise, packing it up in a ponytail.

I looked beautiful.

I took my phone from its charger and connected the iPod. I was ready to go give Alexander his lunch, just remaining one thing—the lunch in question hadn’t been prepared.

Apart from that small thing, I was ready to go see Alexander and apologize… Did I do anything wrong, though? Well, whatever; I don’t want him to get mad at me, so I’m going to fix that by going to his company.

TBC 📖✍️

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The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 16

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

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Alexander’s POV

After my morning coffee, I wanted to head to work, but Alice stopped me, insisting that I must eat before I leave.

I couldn’t refuse her, not when she was scolding me like I was a child.

I agreed to breakfast and settled in the dining seat. It felt strange; I’ve never sat here since I purchased this house.

Now, sitting here with Alice was… Hmm, what’s the right word?

Nice?

Good?

Great?

No, healing.

Healing is the right word for what I feel. It felt like all my problems were slowly flying away with the wind.

The gentle, friendly smile on her face made it feel like my mom was here. Only my mom and sisters made me feel like family, but it was different from Alice’s.

We didn’t have that much of a conversation while eating; it was already strange to eat at the dining table, and it would be weirder to chat.

After breakfast, I went to work.

Entering the company, greetings echoed everywhere. I usually ignore them and entered the elevator, but today was different.

I nodded at a few of them—by “a few,” I mean just two. I couldn’t reply to everyone’s greeting; I’m not sunshine.

Entering the elevator, I scrolled through my notifications and saw nothing important.

Today was a lot more boring than ever. My life was filled with boring and traumatízing stuff, but today was even more boring than ever before.

The few hours I spent with Alice made me feel human. I miss her, I miss her laughter, I miss her smile, I miss her glares, I miss her sad pouts. I miss everything she does, and it has barely been two hours since I left for work.

Pushing the numbers on the telephone, I called my secretary. It took her less than five minutes to come to my office.

“Yes, Sir?” She asked, looking at the floor. No one dares look me in the eyes except Alice. “What do you need?”

“A phone,” I replied, and she scrunched her face in confusion but didn’t say anything. “I want you to order an iPhone and have it delivered to me before 6:00 PM.”

“Of course, sir,” she nodded. “What else?”

What else would Alice like? What will make her feel at home? I don’t want her feeling like she was kidnapped or anything.

She loves to paint and draw, maybe I could get her painting materials. Yes, that’s it.

“Get some canvas, sketchbooks, pencils, paints, and brushes delivered to my house.”

“Alright, sir. Anything else?”

“No,” I replied. “You can leave.”

After about an hour, she submitted the phone to me. I turned on the iPhone 14 and saved my number in it before putting it to charge.

My door flung open, and my head snapped at the soon-to-be-deàd person.

My heart stopped for a moment as I froze in my seat.

The soon-to-be-deàd person could make me a soon-to-be-deàd person with just his eyes. His raven-black eyes pierced an arrow into my head, and I slowly stood up on my feet.

My father walked further towards me, banging his hands on the table.

How? How is he here? Am I hallucinating? He’s supposed to be at the hospital, why is he here at my office?

“Beh, se non è l’amante di Alice,” he barked, glaring daggers at me. I wanted to coil into my shell and never come out.

Translation: “Well, if it isn’t Alice’s lover boy.”

“Non amo Alice,” I countered, looking everywhere but his angry eyes. “Cosa stai facendo qui? Dovresti essere in ospedale.”

Translation: “I do not love Alice. What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in the hospital.”

“Non puoi farmi domande, stupido incompetente.”

Translation: “You don’t get to ask me questions, you incompetent foól.”

I retorted, anger slowly seeping inside me. “Padre, non ti permetterò di creare una scena in mia compagnia.”

Translation: “Father, I won’t let you create a scene in my company.”

My father scoffed, chuckling evilly. “La tua azienda?” He strode towards my desk to me. “Questo non lo è…”

Translation: “Your company? This isn’t…”

“No, padre. Questa è la mia azienda,” I berated, finally joining my gaze with his. He looks surprised, taken aback by my words. “La tua azienda è gestita dalle tue figlie, questa è mia e solo mia.”

Translation: “No, father. This is my company. Your company is being handled by your daughters, this is mine and mine alone.”

“Va bene, figliolo,” he hummed, raising his brows confidently. “Di chi hai usato i soldi per portare la tua compagnia?”

Translation: “Alright, son. Whose money did you use to bring your company?”

“Tuo, posso restituirlo con gli interessi.”

Translation: “Yours, I can return it with interest.”

“Alexander, tieniti i soldi e tieniti questa fottuta compagnia, ma non permetterò a quella ragazza di vivere in casa tua.”

Translation: “Alexander, keep the money and keep this fúcking goddamn company of yours, but I won’t let that girl live in your house.”

“Quella ragazza ha un nome ed è casa mia, non ti permetterò più di dettare la mia vita per me.”

Translation: “That girl has a name, and it’s my house. I won’t let you dictate my life for me anymore.”

“Quella ragazza ha una cattiva influenza su di te, non mi hai mai risposto prima. Mandala fuori, altrimenti dovrai buttare fuori il suo cadavere.”

Translation: “That girl is a bad influence on you; you never talked back to me before. Send her out, or else you’ll have to throw her deàd body out.”

Did he just threaten to kíll Alice right in my face?

“Alice non ha una cattiva influenza su di me, padre. Mi stai minacciando con la vita di una persona innocente, quanto puoi essere senza cuore?”

Translation: “Alice isn’t a bad influence on me, father. You are threaténing me with an innocent person’s life. How heartléss can you be?”

“Non sono senza cuore, bastardo. Sei sempre stato uno stupido, e io ti sto solo proteggendo.”

Translation: “I’m not without a heart, bastàrd. You’ve always been a fool, and I’m just protecting you.”

“Mi proteggi?!” I bellowed out my question and laughed it off. “Non stai proteggendo me, ma la tua stupida eredità. Mi vergogno e mi disgusta essere chiamato tuo figlio.”

Translation: “Protecting me?! You’re not protecting me, but your stupid legacy. I’m ashamed and disgústed to be called your son.” 

Suddenly, he raised his hand, landing a slap on my left cheek. “Dovrei essere io a vergognarmi e disgustarmi di essere chiamato tuo padre.” 

Translation; I should be the one ashaméd and disgustéd to be called your father. 

“Aidan, ne ho abbastanza di questo tuo comportamento assurdo!” Mom yelled as soon as the doors swings open. “Sai di essere malato eppure hai lasciato l’ospedale, perché? Stai cercando di fare una vedova?” 

Translation; Aidan, I’ve had enough of this nonsensical behavior of yours. You know you are síck yet you left the hospital, why? Are you trying to make a widów? 

My father faced her, walking to her. “No, no tesoro. Perché lo voglio?” He rhetorically asked, using an handkerchief to wipe her tears away. “Non mi ascolta più.” 

Translation; No, no darling. Why will I want that? He doesn’t listen to me anymore. 

“Ovviamente lo fai perché continui a fare cose che non dovresti. Alexander è nostro figlio e dovrebbe essere trattato come tale. Non mi piace questo, neanche un po’.” 

Translation; You obviously do because you keep doing things you shouldn’t. Alexander is our son and should be treated like one. I don’t like this, not one bit of it. 

“Beh, se solo non fosse un idiota così grande, sarebbe meglio…” 

Translation; Well, if only he wasn’t such a big idiótic foól, it’ll be better. 

I closed my eyes tired of watching my mom support me when he wouldn’t even change. 

“Abbastanza!” I yelled, banging my hands on the table, silencing them. “Per favore, vattene, sono stanco, non voglio ascoltare niente.”

Translation; Enough! Please leave, I’m tired, I don’t want to listen to anything. 

“Sarai più stanco se non mandi quella fottuta ragazza fuori di casa, sai cosa posso fare.”

Translation; You’ll be more tired if you don’t send that fúcking girl out of your house, you know what I can do. 

Snickering, I tilt my head. “So cosa puoi fare,” I admitted and he smirked. “Ma non sai cosa posso fare. Perché non ti prendi cura della tua salute prima di minacciarmi, padre? Non vorresti morire e lasciare a me la tua eredità, vero? Dopo tutto, sono incompetente. ” 

Translation; I do know what you can do. But, you don’t know what I can do. Why don’t you take care of your health before threaténing me, father? You wouldn’t like to díe and leave your legacy to me, would you? After all, I’m incompétent. 

“Vedi, mi sta rispondendo,” He said facing my mom and I frowned, clenching my fists. He snapped his head at me, nodding his head. “Quella ragazza ti rovinerà e te ne pentirai, te lo prometto.” 

Translation; See, he is talking back at me. That girl will ruín you and you will regrét it, I promise you that. 

With that, he walked out. My mom came to me, brushing the fallen strands of hair out of my face and I sighed deeply. 

“Mia cara, non badare a lui. Tu fai tu,” My understanding Mother heralds, patting my shoulders. “Chi è la ragazza Alice? Penso che mi piaccia,” I smiled, her face coming to my view and she gasped, palming her mouth. “Hai appena sorriso?” 

Translation; My dear, don’t mind him. You do you. Who’s the Alice girl? I think I like her. Did you just smile? 

“Non so di cosa stai parlando, mamma,” I denied. “Dovresti andare da tuo marito, ti aspetterà.”  

Translation; I don’t know what you are talking about, Mom. You should go to your husband, he will waiting.

“Ti chiamo, va bene? Voglio sapere tutto su Alice e perché hai appena sorriso,” She said. “Dovresti sorridere più spesso, ti rende più bello.” 

Translation; I’ll call you, okay? I want to know all about Alice and why you just smiled. You should smile more often, it makes you more handsome. 

“Tuo marito sta aspettando, mamma. Ti scelgo il telefono, lo prometto.” 

Translation; Your husband is waiting, Mom. I’ll pick you the phone, I promise. 

“Ti amo tanto. Non lasciare che tuo padre ti raggiri.” She told me, pecking my cheek before leaving. 

Translation; I love you so much. Don’t let your father get to you.

I won’t let anything happen to Alice not when I’m still breathing. Speaking about Alice, she will be so bored at home. I should rush today’s work and get back home. 

TBC 📖✍️

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The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 15

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

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Alice’s POV

Alexander dressed up in his suit, preparing to leave with just a cup of coffee in his stomach.

Obviously, I didn’t let him go. I forced him to eat the breakfast the maid prepared for me.

Can you imagine that the maid was already used to Alexander not eating, so when I told her to prepare for two people, she asked, “Who is the second person?”

Unbelievable, I know.

We didn’t talk much during breakfast. It seemed like this was the first time in forever he had had breakfast with someone at a dining table.

I didn’t pester too much either. I let him have his peace.

After he left in his red Audi A6, zooming away, I decided not to be bored. I would do everything to avoid boredom.

I spent my day watching movies and roaming around the house.

The house is a lot bigger than I thought. There’s a garden with flowers at the back of the house, a pool, a greenhouse. There’s also a small building on the rooftop of the house, but it was locked.

I later finished binge-watching The Vampire Diaries and took a long nap.

I was out of ideas for what to do next. What movie or series should I watch? I’ve watched The Originals and Legacies way too many times.

When I lived with my parents, I’d hide in a spot and draw or paint. My father didn’t want me to pursue my dream in the arts, so I followed his dream for me—business administration.

I didn’t like business administration, but I did it for the sake of my father and graduated with an honors degree. I could work in any company I wanted, but I didn’t want to do something I never liked.

My father loves me; his love for me is sky-high. I know he loves me. He just doesn’t want his daughter painting random stuff, his words, not mine. He wants something that will benefit me, his words, not mine.

All I ever wanted in life was to be free. All I want in my life is to get free. Free from my dad’s hold. I want my dad to see my dream as something big and worthy. I want him to give me a “go-ahead.”

Whenever I draw or paint, I feel calmness. The scenery changes for me, and I transport into my canvas or sketchbook. Drawing random stuff or playing with paints, my dad’s words, doesn’t give you anything.

I just want him to describe what I draw and paint as wonderful, beautiful. I just want him to be proud of me the way I am.

I don’t think that can ever happen.

Pushing those thoughts aside, I stood up from my bed, walked to the bathroom, washed my face in the sink, and did a messy bun with my hair.

It wasn’t the perfect messy bun, but at least it was messy.

I exited my room, humming a song to myself as I climbed down the stairs.

A girl around my age was cleaning and arranging the perfectly organized living room.

She’s probably the other maid that Blair told me nothing about. I approached her, and she bowed her head.

What’s up with the guards and the maids bowing their heads at me? I’m not Alexander. Did he tell them to do that?

Maybe. There’s nothing he isn’t capable of doing.

I beamed a friendly smile at her. “I’m Alice.”

“Elizabeth,” she replied with a polite smile on her face. “Would you like anything, Ms. Alice?”

She’s a blonde, unlike Blair, who is a brunette. She has blue eyes, while Blair has black. She’s tall, while Blair and I are of the same height. She has a French accent, while Blair and I don’t have any accent.

“Yes,” I said to her, frowning. “I’d like you to stop calling me Ms. I don’t like that.”

She opened her mouth to respond, and I could see she was about to refuse.

My frown deepened, my eyes devoid of the happiness in them. “Do you understand?” She vigorously nodded her head, and the smile returned to my face. “Good. Is there anything I can do in this house other than watch TV and sleep or swim?”

Her blue eyes dilated as she thought about it. “No, there’s nothing.”

I let out a loud sigh, disappointed. I shouldn’t be, but a part of me thought that Alexander would be a little bit fun, and I was wrong.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?” I asked her, hoping she wouldn’t refuse due to fear of Alexander.

She did. She shook her head negatively.

“Sorry, Ms. Alice, but I can’t.”

I didn’t force her; I couldn’t. It was her choice, and I must respect it.

I am so bored. I’ve never been so bored in my life. I decided to go for a swim but didn’t.

I sat in the living room on the sofa, licking ice cream while watching a romcom.

I’m a sucker for romance. I believe that my man is somewhere waiting to enter my life at the right moment.

Right from childhood, I enjoyed watching Cinderella, Snow White, The Princess and the Frog, Tangled, Ariel, The Little Mermaid, A Cinderella Story, The Princess Diaries, and so many other movies about love and a little magic. I became interested in vampires, zombies, and horror at thirteen.

I want my handsome prince charming to come into my life like a beautiful accident. Maybe when I’m at the cafe, and he will bump into me, spilling my coffee on me. Or maybe, we will meet at a friend’s wedding. Or maybe…

“What are you daydreaming about, Minx?” I heard the voice I had been wanting to hear all day so close to me. I looked up and saw him—Alexander smiling at me with his suit in his hand and a bag.

I wonder what could be inside that bag. I wonder who gave it to him or who he bought it for.

“Nothing,” I lied, shrugging my shoulders.

“I don’t believe you,” he muttered, lowly. “You weren’t on Earth when I came inside.”

“Where was I then?”

Did I really zone out, daydreaming about my future husband?

“Don’t know,” he muttered, shaking his head. Stretching the bag to me, I raised my brows at him without taking it. “I got something for you.”

“What is it?”

My heart was jumping at the fact that mighty ol’ Alexander Romano bought something for me.

“Take it and see.”

I took the bag from him, inspecting it. Opening the bag, I brought out an iPhone—not just any iPhone but iPhone 14.

“I thought you would need it,” he nonchalantly said when I looked at him with grateful eyes.

“Well, I do. Thank you.”

“Sure. Everything is already set up, and my number is there.” He informed me. “Let me go freshen up.”

I brought out the phone from its package and turned it on. There was only one number in the call log, so that would be Alexander’s number.

He already saved it as ‘Alexander’. What makes him think I’ll save his name like that?

I edited the name, saving his number as “Hot Lips.”

I smirked at my mischievous. That’s way better than “Alexander” right? 

TBC 📖✍️

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 THE MAFIA’S RUINATION

The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 13

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

                       ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

Alice’s POV

I blinked my blurry eyes as soon as I opened them. Rubbing the back of my fingers over my eyes, I opened them again and realized that I wasn’t lying in my bed but on Alexander’s lap.

Last night’s memory flooded my head, and I remembered what happened.

**Flashback**

Alexander was on top of me, hovering over me. He used his hand to hold himself up to avoid squishing me.

Our eyes locked, but his kept going from my eyes to my lips. His gray eyes didn’t hide what he wanted; it was glaringly clear that he wanted me the way I wanted him.

Our lúst and desire for each other were mutual. I wanted him, and he wanted me.

As he leaned his head closer and closer to mine, our lips were barely an inch apart when loud music from the TV sounded.

I wanted to break that TV and shàtter it to pieces for interrupting us. 

Yesterday wasn’t my day at all. First, it was Alex’s phone, and now it is the stúpid TV.

Sooner or later, I’ll get Alexander Romano.

We binge-watched up to three seasons of Vampire Diaries before I started dozing off. I tried to get to season four, but I don’t know when I fell asleep.

Waking up on Alexander’s lap wasn’t on my to-do list, but unsurprisingly, I liked it.

Sleeping Alexander is so calm and more handsome than I ever imagined. My hands yearn to touch him, but before I could properly sit up to touch his face, he opened his eyes.

His sleepy eyes intertwined with mine, and I gulped.

A smile habitually spread across my face. “Good morning.” Sitting up, I faced him. “How was your night?”

He massaged his neck, turning from left to right. “Not bad.”

“I’ll tell the maid to prepare breakfast for us; go shower.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, getting up from the sofa.

I watched him climb the stairs to his room. His backside was as delicious-looking as his front.

God, I’ve never been so sexually hungry before. When I have him, it will be the happiest day of my life.

**End of Flashback**

After taking a long, long shower to cool my nerves, I was finally relaxed and not drúgged up on Alexander.

Picking up a hoodie and sweatpants, I ventured downstairs.

He wasn’t there. Of course, why would I even think he would be downstairs?

He must be in his room “working”; he overstresses himself too much.

I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have fun any day in his life. Well, luckily for him, I’m here to change that.

Climbing back up the stairs, I barged into his room without knocking.

Huge mistake on my part.

Alexander was half naked with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked like a water god, standing so strongly and firmly on the floor with droplets of water on his body.

The droplets of water glistened on his abs, enhancing them more than they should. His hair was wet, falling over his forehead.

My hungry eyes traveled all the way from his face to his legs and then moved back to the V-shaped part. The towel prevented me from seeing the end of the V, but it didn’t stop me from imagining it or how it would feel deep inside me.

“Are you done?” His seductive voice echoed through the corners of his room.

“Huh?” Stumbling, I muttered under my breath. My eyes were glued to his delicious abs, his six-pack abs I desperately wanted to lick.

God, save my life.

“Are you done eye-ràping me?” He asked again, dragging me out of my delusional dreams.

“What?” I scoffed, folding my arms and piercing a hard gaze at him. “I wasn’t eye-ràping you, okay? You’re not that handsome.”

That proud and cocky smile appeared on his face, and he hummed softly, approaching me.

“You’re lying,” he said, pinning me to the wall. Why does he always do that? Doesn’t he know I’m trying my possible best not to jump on him now? Does he know how hard that can be? He trailed his thumb on my cheek, igniting flames in my body. “Your body reacts to me, so that’s a big lie, Kitten.”

I bit on my bottom lip, blocking the moan from escaping. He is right, but he doesn’t have to know that.

His eyes fell on my lips, his thumb saved my lower lip from my teeth. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” I breathed out.

“Your lips.” His breathy whisper blew air into my eyes. “Don’t bite your lips.”

“Why?”

I need to know. He knows my body reacts to his, so I need to know what to do to make his react to mine.

He attacked my neck with his mouth, and that erupted the moan from me. I lifted my head to give him more access, but he stopped suddenly.

“Today is Monday, Kitten,” he said, his voice strained like he was holding himself from doing exactly what he wants. “I need to go to work.”

And just like that, the tension in me evaporated, but he still pinned me to the wall.

“You look funny when you are angry, Minx.” I tried not to let his nickname get to me, not this time. “Like that woman in the movie.”

What? Rose’s mother, why would he say that? I’m beautiful, and I refuse to be called otherwise.

“I haté you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“And how would you know that?”

He smiled, leaning in closer to my ears. “If you hatéd me, then your body wouldn’t want me as it does. You should work on your lying skills, Princess.” Before he backed away, he bit my earlobe. “See?” He had a good reason to be proud of himself because he was righter than right. “Liar.”

Slowly, he backed away and entered his walk-in closet. Winking at me, he shut the door.

Alexander, I’ll make you roil with so much hungér and make you want me more than ever; you’ll see. I’ll find what will make you want me even more, and then you won’t be able to resist me any longer.

Biting on my lip, I tried to think of something then it clicked.

He doesn’t want me to bite my lip, why? Maybe because it makes him want me more.

Way to go, girl. You’re really smart.

TBC📖✍️

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 THE MAFIA’S RUINATION

The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 10

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

                       ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

Alexander’s POV

All the lights were off as I lay on my bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling.

The AC was on, but I still felt the oppressive heat surrounding me. I’d grown accustomed to this feeling since before I entered my teenage years.

Sleep had eluded me since the beginning of my teens. It was either I slept for a few minutes and had nightmares that prevented me from going back to sleep, or I didn’t sleep at all.

This sleeplessness had become a constant in my life, and I’d grown accustomed to not sleeping at night. No matter how hard I overworked or overstressed myself, sleep remained elusive.

My body ached, my hands were tainted with the bloód of those I’d taken from this world, and my mind wandered through an eternal abyss.

My body ached from the stress and burdens on my shoulders. My hands were tainted with the bloód of the people I’d taken and stripped of their lives. My mind journeyed endlessly through this dark void.

I was like a walking robot with hidden emotions, emotions I didn’t want anyone to discover. I didn’t want anyone to know how desperately I wished my father would love me as much as he loved my sister. I didn’t want anyone to find out that after every lífe I took, I locked myself in my study to escape the world. I didn’t want anyone to know how much I longed for someone to hug me and tell me I was important, special, and loved. I didn’t want anyone to know how much I yearned to get married and have children. I didn’t want anyone to know how my heart was filled with all the darkness in the world. I didn’t want anyone to know how much I yearned to scream for help, even though I knew help would never come. I didn’t want anyone to know that I had feelings.

And I was hurting. Deeply and profoundly hurt.

I just wanted to disappear, even if it was for an hour, so I could feel all the things I’d been deprived of. I wanted to laugh, cry, be happy, be sad, and experience everything I’d missed for so long, even if only for a brief moment.

It felt like my heart had been ripped out of my body, stabbéd repeatedly, and then placed back inside. The pain was unimaginable, and I just wanted it to stop.

I wanted to erase every single thing in my life and start anew. I wanted to be able to love and be loved. I wanted to share my feelings with people. I wanted to stop bottling up my emotions and let them flow freely. I wanted to be free from my father.

But it wasn’t possible.

It was the most impossible thing on Earth. To break free from Aidan Romano’s grip was a near-impossible feat. It was like asking for a swift déath and being given a slow and agonizing one instead.

My father had always had his grip on me. He had the power to manipulàte me however he pleased.

My father had subjécted me to intense training from the age of five. I lost my childhood, never had friends, and was homeschooled. Just when I thought I had seen the wórst in life, my father shót an innocent maid right in front of me on my thirteenth birthday, and that was when I lost all connection to life and humanity.

I used to laugh and confide in my mom and sisters, but that incident had changed everything. It had driven a wedge between me and my mom and sisters.

I was the only one in this void, this black hole, and there was no escape for me.

Then, out of nowhere, this girl appeared in my life and began making me feel.

She made me want something more than my father’s love, more than life itself—she made me want her. She resurrected my laughter, which had been déad for almost a decade.

I wouldn’t let anything húrt her. She would never be harméd as long as I desired her. I would protect her. She was just an innocent girl who happened to be a little too attractive.

“Ouch,” I heard her hiss in pain, and I got up from the bed.

Speak of the devil.

Approaching the door, I opened it and searched for the source of her pain. She was sitting on the first step of the stairs, hissing in discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, and she looked back at me, sighing.

She exhaled, pain etched across her delicate and beautiful face. “I stubbed my toe.”

Walking over to her, I bent to examine her toe. There was no visible injury, but she seemed to be in a lot of pain.

“Why were you walking around in the dark?” I questioned, locking my eyes with hers. “Couldn’t you have turned on the lights?”

Her green emerald eyes blinked at me, a smile playing on her lips that I desperately wanted to kiss.

“Does Alexander Romano care about me?” She teased, obviously aware of my concern. “Oh my, you do. This should be in the newspapers.”

“Not funny, Alice,” I retorted, standing up from my bent position.

She rose as well, pouting sadly. “I don’t like it when you call me Alice.”

I was about 90% sure there was a smile on my face. That’s what this girl did to me.

“Your name is Alice,” I remarked. “What would you like me to call you, Alice?”

She shrugged slightly. “I don’t know. What do you think?”

Her dazzling eyes sparkled with mischief and a hint of flirtation.

Oh, if only she knew what that did to me.

“Why are you awake, Kitten?” I asked.

Her smile widened, and she shrugged again. “I don’t know; I could ask you the same thing.” She folded her arms and raised her eyebrows. “Why are you awake, Alex?”

Alex? I hated diminutive names, but from her mouth, I wanted it.

“You woke me up, Princess,” I replied. “Now, your turn?”

“I was thirsty, still am, so I wanted water,” she said, biting her lip. “Though I don’t believe I woke you up.”

She was right, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Can’t sleep?” She tilted her beautiful head, her eyes searching mine for answers she wouldn’t find. Hopefully. “Wanna watch a midnight movie?” I raised an eyebrow at her question, but she just grinned. “I promise it’s interesting. So, yes or no?”

Yes meant I had to be close to Alice without touching her. I had to resist and control myself, not giving in to the desire to pin this beautiful creature to the living room sofa and overwhelm her senses.

No meant I had to refuse this beautiful smiling face and those enchanting eyes and go back to my room with my inner demóns.

Can you guess my answer?

TBC 📖✍️

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 THE MAFIA’S RUINATION

The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 7

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

                       ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

Alexander was in his room, examining the company’s stock on his laptop when a soft knock echoed on the door.

“Just go back to your room, Alice,” he said, not lifting his gaze from the laptop screen.

The door creaked open, and the head of a maid cautiously appeared. Alexander shot an angry look at the door, thinking it was Alice who had entered.

“Sorry, Sir, but Ms. Alice isn’t in her room,” the maid mumbled, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. Alexander’s fingers halted on the Shift button as he stared at her.

“She must be around. Check the house,” he said, his anger simmering at the thought of his father possibly harming Alice.

“No, Sir, I’ve checked. She isn’t here,” the maid replied quietly.

“Go,” Alexander snapped, rising to his feet. The maid lowered her head and left without another word. “This had better not be his doing.”

He picked up his phone and began tapping on the icons to call his father. His mind was racing, envisioning places where his father might have taken Alice. He knew his father would do whatever it took to make his point clear.

“I swear to God, if anything happens to Alice, you’ll hear from me,” Alexander shouted into the phone, not giving his father a chance to respond before hanging up.

Hurrying to Alice’s room, he flung the door open, and his eyes landed on her. What he saw left him unprepared.

Alice stood there, wrapped in a white fluffy towel, her wet hair clinging to her bare skin. The towel barely covered her.

His gaze roamed her wet, fair skin, igniting flames of desire and lust within him like never before.

“What are you doing here?” Alice asked, shutting the bathroom door.

“Where were you?” Alexander replied, struggling to resist the urge to pull her closer and let that towel fall.

She looked at him strangely, her lips twitching. “Um… here?”

“Where, exactly?”

“Why are you interrogating me?”

Alexander approached her, his eyes locked onto hers, and he said calmly, “Don’t answer my question with another question, Alice.”

Though his voice remained calm and gentle, it sent shivers down Alice’s spine, with an underlying threat in his words.

“Then stop interrogating me,” she snapped, though her heart raced, and she feared his reaction.

“Where were you?” he asked again, his tone now more menacing.

“In the bathroom,” she replied. “You do realize this isn’t my house, right? I can leave if I want to.”

“No, you can’t, Darling,” he said, closing the gap between them with a few more steps. “You can’t leave here.”

“Why can’t I?” she hissed, running her fingers through her wet hair. “This house isn’t mine.”

“Then make it yours!” he yelled, startling her. It was the first time he had raised his voice at her, and it almost made her lose control. After all, he was a member of the Italian Mafia, capable of various forms of retaliation.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You don’t have a choice, Alice.”

“Who do you think you are?” She retorted, her anger growing. “You’re not my father.”

“Yeah, I’m not,” he said, pulling her closer to his chest, eliciting a gasp from her. “Kitten, you’re staying here, in this house, whether you like it or not.”

“And why can’t I?!” she shouted.

“You don’t have a choice, Alice.”

“Why are you looking for me?” Alice asked before he could leave the room. “And what do you think happened to me?”

“Nothing and nothing,” he replied calmly. He took out his ringing phone and swore under his breath. “This is your fault.”

“What exactly is my fault?”

He ignored her and left the room, slamming the door.

“Jerk!”

—

Back in his room, Alexander seethed with anger, almost breaking the door down. Thoughts raced through his mind about what his father could do, both to him and Alice.

He could tolerate anything happening to him, but he couldn’t let anything harm Alice. Despite his initial reservations, he also wanted her, and he would not allow anyone or anything to hurt her.

His phone rang again, and he sighed, running his fingers through his ruffled hair.

“Father…”

“I don’t want to know anything that happened,” his father’s voice crackled through the phone. “If that girl is in your house by tomorrow, you will regret it. You’re risking your future in the underworld, and I won’t let that happen as long as I’m alive.”

“If anything happens to Alice, you’ll also regret it. I won’t let you harm a hair on her head. So, dear father, be prepared for your own funeràl,” he replied, meaning every word. Hearing his father gasp in shock filled him with pride.

He hung up the phone, unafraid of what his father might do or say. Alice had entered his life, and he couldn’t allow anything or anyone to harm her. He was ready to protect her at all costs because, for the first time, someone other than his mother and sisters cared for him.

Alice talked back to him, even when he threatened her with death. She cooked for him and even tried to spoon-feed him. She might be a pain, but in a good way.

Alexander poured the remaining whiskey into a glass and downed it.

“I have a friend,” he smirked.

TBC 📖✍️

What’s wrong with Alexander’s father, Aidan sef? 🙄

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The  Mafia’s Ruination – Episode 2

Subtitle; {Between Love and War} 

Authoress Rejoice            

                       ✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

The drive back home was uncomfortably quiet. Alice found her thoughts drifting to intimate images of her and Alexander, while Alexander couldn’t help but ponder how a single action from a stranger had stirred desire within him.

Despite his efforts to avert his gaze, his eyes seemed drawn to her. He was captivated by the way her reddish-brown hair cascaded over her back, and the green allure of her eyes, with her bottom lip gently held between her teeth.

That act of her teeth caressing her lower lip, those lips as red as strawberries, soft and inviting, left him in a frustrated daze. He groaned and thumped the steering wheel, startling Alice. She looked at him with a questioning gaze.

Ignoring her, he focused on driving until they arrived at the front gate. Honking, the gate opened, allowing them to enter. Alexander stepped out of the car, his guards acknowledging him with a nod. As Alice opened her door and hurried to his side, he stood there, unresponsive.

Alexander’s eyes remained fixed on her hand as she held his, a vivid picture forming in his mind of her against a wall, whispering his name passionately while he showered her with kisses.

This desire was foreign to him; his thoughts had always revolved around his clan, business, and family. When he needed intimacy, he’d call for a partner, but he’d never contemplated it or how it would feel with her.

The petite stranger he’d met just an hour ago had ignited his imagination, making it run wild. As Alice stood beside him, surrounded by his guards, he expected her to seek support and protection, but instead, her mind filled with equally explicit thoughts.

Their hands were close, their faces almost touching. With a slight movement, their lips could have met. He abruptly withdrew his hand, stating firmly, “Rule number one: do not touch me, understood?” She nodded, biting her lip nervously.

His commanding voice sent shivers down her spine. She gazed into his eyes, wondering how they’d appear if he weren’t so distant and cold. “Yes,” she replied, biting her lip again.

Alexander muttered curses and walked away, heading into the house. Alice followed, perplexed by the contrast between his demeanor and the vividly colored room she found inside. The mauve walls, lavender curtains, and other colorful furnishings surprised her.

As she explored the room, her thoughts briefly strayed to intimate fantasies with Alexander. Shaking off those thoughts, she lay down on the plush bed with lilac bedding.

Meanwhile, Alexander sat in his office, wrestling with the uncharacteristic desires Alice had stirred in him. Before engaging in intimacy, he always conducted thorough background checks to ensure security, especially with potential rivals.

His phone interrupted his thoughts, and it was Theodore on the line, confirming the completion of a task. Alexander then asked Theodore to conduct a background check on Alice and obtain her picture the next day.

Returning to his work, Alexander was briefly at peace, but the tranquility didn’t last. A soft knock on his office door interrupted the silence at 11:40 PM. It couldn’t have been his guards, and his maids wouldn’t dare disturb him. The only option left was Alice.

She entered despite his lack of response, and Alexander’s gaze turned piercingly cold. 

He purposely didn’t answer to make her leave but she didn’t. Not hearing any response of him ushering her in but couple of cuss word, she opens the bronze door and enters the office to meet Alexander’s glaring daggers at her.

Her mouth dried off and she immediately became scared. “I. . . ” She stammers. 

“What are you doing here, Alice? You have an habit of being where you aren’t supposed to be.” His voice came out in a chill way, sending chill down her spine. He didn’t give her the chance to breath when he stood up, walking to her. “You want to know what I do to people who doesn’t listen to my instructions?” 

Alice felt goosebumps on her skin not because of anything sensually but the way he was walking to her like a villain, his voice hard, cold and angry and gray eyes boiling with fire. 

“Um. . . ” She starts off but clamps her mouth shut when he caged her on the wall in between his hands. 

He was standing so close to her but she felt nothing ecstatic about this. His breath fanned her face and tears pricked her eyes. 

“Alice, when you’re told not to go somewhere by me and you do it, you die a painful death by my hands,” He explains whispering into her ear, menacingly. “Do you understand?” She nodded her head to the question, tear-eyed. “Words, Alice, words.” 

“Yes, I understand,” She croaked out, peering into his eyes with her tear filled eyes. 

Alexander’s gaze travelled all over her face from her teary eyes to her trembling lips. 

Her lips looked more red and soft so near to her. Resisting the extreme urge to apologize to her and kiss those tears away, he retreated backwards, playing with his tongue in his mouth as usual. “Leave!” 

She obliged – she turns back and leaves the office. Alice ran all the way to her present room and jumped on the bed, hugging the lilac pillow close to get chest, she let the tears fall. 

The tears fell and fell as she sobbed, softly. She weeps, murmuring to herself. “I shouldn’t have done this, I shouldn’t have done, I shouldn’t have done this.” 

This was just the beginning. The beginning of their complicated connection. 

TBC📖✍️

Is it just me or is Alice a crybaby? 

What shouldn’t she have done?

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