The Mafia's Rewrite.

Plot twist

Grey’s POV

The drive back from the boutique was quiet at first. I sat behind the wheel, hands tight on the steering wheel, eyes forward. Ever and Mandy were in the back seat, silent. I did not speak. Observation was more effective.

Until Alvin appeared.

He stepped out of the shadows of the street, flanked by his men. I recognized him immediately. Another Mafia, ambitious and reckless. He thought he could challenge me. Now he dared to speak, leaning close, voice smooth but dangerous.

“Grey,” he said, eyes dark, lips curling. “You always spoil your little fiancée. But what is she really worth? The black sheep’s charm?”

I felt heat rise in my chest. My hands clenched. “Alvin,” I said, low and sharp. “Leave my woman alone. Or you will regret it.”

He laughed. “Oh, I see she is just as hot in real life. I would enjoy testing her, before you take her all for yourself.”

“Se tocchi la mia futura moglie, ti faccio rimpiangere di essere nato.” (If you touch my future wife, I will make you regret being born.) I hissed, stepping out of the car, close enough to strike.

“E tu sei troppo possessivo, Grey,” he said, smirking. (And you are too possessive, Grey.)

I did not wait. I swung, connecting my fist with his jaw. He stumbled back, surprised and bleeding. I glared, voice low and deadly. “Get out of my way. Now.”

I motioned for Ever and Mandy to enter the Manor. They obeyed silently, glancing back at me, but I did not care. Alvin stayed on the street, holding his jaw, muttering threats that did not reach me.

I returned to the car, hands still shaking with controlled fury. Anyone who dared threaten what was mine would pay.

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Ever’s POV

After the commotion, I stayed in the Manor, heart still racing. I could not stop thinking about Mandy. The more I looked at the events, the more I realized something disturbing.

Mandy was not the sweet innocent girl from the story. Not anymore. In this rewritten world, she was taking my place. She was the villain. I put the pieces together, the way Grey reacted, the positions of the servants, the moments of jealousy, the accidents that had been my own in the novel, they were hers now.

I felt a chill run down my spine. I had expected to play the villain, to avoid her fate. But now I saw the truth. The villain had moved. The story had changed, and I was living it differently, yet somehow, it was still mine.

Night came. I sat alone in my room, trying to process it. I did not notice when Grey entered. The room had grown warm, the air heavy.

Then I felt the bed shift. His presence was sudden, overwhelming. He was there, silent, curling around me, strong and warm. His lips hovered near my ear. His voice was low, soft, and dark.

“Tu sei mia, e nessun bastardo potrà portarti via da me.” (You are mine, and no bastard can take you from me.)
Which I didn't understand because I don't know any language besides English but I knew it was Italy.

I froze. His words, his closeness, the weight of him, made my heart race. Confusion, fear, and something darker stirred inside me.

I wanted to pull away, but I could not. Not yet. His hands were firm, his warmth consuming, and the intensity in his eyes told me one thing.

He would not let go.

I closed my eyes, feeling the pull of him, the danger, the obsession. I had survived so far. I would survive this too.

But for the first time, I wondered if surviving him was something I even wanted.