Page 105 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
The conference room beyond was dominated by a massive oak table, around which sat the Corsini leadership. Enzo Corsini, the syndicate’s founder, stood as they entered, his dark-blue eyes cold but respectful. His younger brother Dante remained seated, barely looking up from his tablet, while their third brother Alessio, the family’s enforcer, watched the newcomers with predatory focus.
“The Trinity arrives,” Enzo said, his tone neutral. “Now we can begin.”
The seating arrangement was strategic—Vitales at one end, Corsinis at the other, Trinity in the middle. A physical representation of their current alliance dynamics.
“Gentlemen,” Stefano began once everyone was settled, “we all know why we’re here. De Luca’s actions have become intolerable. First the bombing at the Montecito, then the kidnapping and forced breeding attempt on the Trinity. He’s declared war on all of us.”
“A desperate move by a dying man,” Enzo added, his contempt evident. “De Luca’s organization is crumbling. His territories are vulnerable.”
“Which brings us to the purpose of this meeting,” Stefano continued. “Coordinated action to eliminate De Luca and divide his assets appropriately.”
Anders leaned forward slightly. “Our intelligence suggests De Luca has retreated to his compound on the north side. Security has been increased, but nothing our combined forces couldn’t handle.”
“Why not simply eliminate him quickly?” Dante Corsini said, looking up from his tablet. “A bullet is efficient. His organization is already crumbling without proper leadership.”
“Because a bullet would be merciful,” Anders replied, his voice like ice. “And what he did deserves anything but mercy.”
Conall leaned forward, his usually charming demeanor replaced by something darker. “We have special plans for De Luca. The same dungeon he kept us in will serve nicely for his… retirement.”
“The guards too,” Wyatt added, the rare contribution drawing everyone’s attention. “All of them.”
The naked vengeance in their tones shifted the atmosphere in the room. This wasn’t business anymore—it was personal.Behind his controlled exterior, Anders’ mind filled with images of Ty—frightened, used, forced to participate in De Luca’s sick breeding scheme. The old man would pay for every moment of fear their little mouse had endured.
“We want him alive,” Anders clarified. “Functional enough to understand exactly why he’s suffering. To know it was his own actions that brought him to this end.”
Alessio Corsini nodded with grim understanding. “Your captivity was… unfortunate. Our intelligence suggests De Luca used a male omega in his breeding attempts. Rare commodity.”
Anders’ jaw tightened imperceptibly, possessiveness flaring hot and immediate. “The omega is not up for discussion.”
“With all due respect,” Dante Corsini interjected, “if he’s part of De Luca’s organization?—”
“He’s not,” Anders cut him off. “He was a captive, same as us. And he’s ours now.”
The possessive declaration hung in the air, heavy with meaning. The other families exchanged glances, recognizing the alpha claim for what it was.
“Understood,” Stefano said smoothly. “The omega is Trinity territory exclusively. Now, to the division of De Luca’s actual assets…”
The discussion turned technical then—territories to be divided, assets to be seized, logistics of the assault on De Luca’s compound. Dante presented digital blueprints of the facility, while Marco outlined potential security measures they’d encounter. Alessio detailed the manpower each organization could contribute.
“We need the compound intact,” Anders specified. “The underground facilities particularly. De Luca’s private quarters and the… medical areas.”
Enzo Corsini raised an eyebrow. “You intend to use his own facilities against him.”
“Poetic justice,” Conall replied with a cold smile. “The chains he used to hold us will serve their purpose again.”
“And the doctor?” Stefano asked.
“Special accommodations,” Wyatt said simply, his gray eyes revealing a storm of contained violence.
The other mafia leaders nodded in understanding. In their world, betrayal demanded retribution, and what De Luca had done to the Trinity went beyond simple business conflict. He had violated fundamental codes of conduct—kidnapping fellow leaders, forcing breeding, attempting assassination. Such actions couldn’t go unanswered without inviting further challenges.
As the planning progressed, Anders remained focused on the task at hand, but his thoughts occasionally drifted to their omega. Their surveillance team had reported that Ty had returned to his apartment safely after work. He would be sleeping now, surrounded by their scent, unconsciously responding to their claim even from a distance. The thought sent a surge of satisfaction through Anders’ chest, followed by an ache of longing so intense it was almost physical.
“Knight,” Stefano’s voice pulled him back to the present. “Your thoughts on the timeline?”
“Two weeks is sufficient,” Anders confirmed. “My team will coordinate with yours on the specifics.”
The meeting concluded with the timeline established—two weeks of intelligence gathering and preparation, followed by coordinated strikes against De Luca’s remaining operations, culminating in an assault on his compound.
