Billionaire Mafia Triplets: Ruth

By Vesta Romero

Family legacy collides with fierce ambition, mafia romance style. Meet Ruth, the youngest of the notorious Moretti triplets, is hell-bent on shaking up the patriarchal norms that have kept her on a tight leash for most of her life.

 

Ruth's rebellion kicks into high gear when she flips the script, giving her father's choice of a husband a not-so-subtle hard pass and it's not the only curveball she's throwing.

 

She's got the hots for the mysterious Domingo, one of her father's most trusted men who's cooking up some secret schemes of his own involving dear old dad. Buckle up because this family drama is about to take a crazy detour!

 

As Ruth stakes her claim to lead the pack, she's ready to face the consequences head-on. Nothing's gonna throw her off course because she's determined to be the boss of the Moretti family.

 

Defiance had always defined her. Now, with passion and power added into the mix, they all come at a dangerous price: Her mother's life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vesta Romero
• Release date: Feb 13, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224082940

Vesta Romero

Vesta Romero writes short and sweet romance books featuring curvy women and men who love them. She believes in HEA so everyone gets their happy ending. Always.

Book preview

Chapter One

The city sank into the night, wrapping itself in shadows like a well-kept secret. The clandestine dealings of the Moretti family thrived in its obscurity in a suburban neighborhood.

Ruth Moretti glided through the murkily lit hallways of her father's mansion.

Her movements mirrored the quiet grace of a panther on the prowl, something she had spend many hours practicing.

The minimal rustle of her clothing and the hushed padding of her steps as she navigated the shadows with finesse proved that those long hours were worth it.

The lingering scent of cigars hung in the air like a smoky trail, leading her toward the grand study where her father, Emilio, held court.

Navigating the familiar path to her father's office was second nature to her, a well-practiced ritual that she could perform blindfolded.

She could trace the twists and turns of the corridors, an instinct honed through years of secret excursions.

As her hand found the cool surface of the doorknob, she lingered for just a brief moment, an almost imperceptible moment of reflection.

Her father had summoned her and in that heartbeat, she steeled herself, summoning the resolve that had become as much a part of her as the air she breathed.

With a deliberate twist, the door yielded to her touch and the polished mahogany door creaked open to reveal the sanctum where Emilio, her father, often found solace and held court over the complex web of family affairs.

Smoke curled upward, creating ephemeral patterns in the air. Don Emilio, a formidable figure with salt-and-pepper hair, who still looked rakishly handsome at 55, sat behind a colossal desk, scrutinizing a ledger.

He looked up, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Ruth with a weight that hinted that what he had to say wouldn't sit well with his child.

The intensity of his gaze, usually warm with paternal affection, was wary, as if he braced himself for the storm that might follow what he had to say.

The words about to spill from his lips would be a bitter pill for Ruth to swallow. That he knew.

Mochaccino, he greeted, using the childhood nickname that echoed the blend of her parents' skin tones. Ruth merely nodded, her expression unreadable, as she took her seat opposite him.

Her father's gaze lingered for a moment on her rich mocha complexion, a result of the union of his white heritage and her mother's black roots.

He loved his daughter to bits and somewhere deep down, he was proud of her subtle, and sometimes, not so subtle defiance.

Emilio leaned back, the creak of his leather chair punctuating the silence and steeled himself for her outrage.

I've made my decision, Ruth. The successor to my empire will be the oldest of you triplets.

Ruth's jaw tightened, but she maintained her composure. She had anticipated this, yet hearing the words from her father's lips intensified the sting.

The weight of tradition pressed upon her shoulders, threatening to crush her ambitions.

She studied her father's face, searching for a crack in his stoic facade. His decision was not solely rooted in tradition; it was an outcome of the mindset that engulfed their world.

The women held no power. Ruth was determined to dismantle that mindset brick by brick, but she made no hint of her intention.

From her earliest days, she knew she wasn’t like her two brothers. It wasn’t only in their looks, but her attitude.

Both of the boys had dark brown hair like hers, but that was where it stopped. She was the only girl for one.

The boys resembled their father, right down to their skin tone, while she was an equal mix of both giving her an exotic coffee-stained hue.

Their personalities diverged on opposite ends of the spectrum. Rade, the elder of the two by mere minutes and the presumptive heir, carried a gentleness that colored many aspects of his character.

In contrast, Reed was a creature of intellectual pursuits, with his nose perpetually buried in a book or, more often than not, engrossed in his science experiments.

Their parents often found it amusing that their triplets were so different in personalities.

She had been fascinated by the power her father wielded for a long time and all she ever wanted was to be just like him.

To be the Don of the cosa nostra, the Moretti family that his father headed, a position he had inherited from his father before him.

Ruth also acted differently from her siblings. Her every step a calculated one ever since she was old enough to command a bit of privacy for herself.

She spent hours in the basement training room hidden beneath the mansion, one that she had put together over the years, and she honed her skills with firearms and hand-to-hand combat.

Merely being competent didn't cut it for her. She craved more than the ordinary. In their world, which was dominated by old men and filled with danger. Exceptionalism wasn't just a desire but a necessity for her.

She was determined to rewrite the rules of the game, and had remained steadfast in her pursuit using her brains, and nothing, not even the close bond of kinship with her own brother, would deter her.

Patiently, she had bided her time, strategizing and waiting for the opportune moment to make her move.

The fire in her eyes burned bright with the promise of change, and as she stepped onto the playing field, it was evident that she intended to leave an indelible mark on the game she was about to redefine.

She was now, at age 27, ready to put her plans into motion. Silently, without uttering a single word, she left, catching her father off guard with the unexpected display.

Despite the surprise etched on his face, she departed with her head held high, leaving her father with a puzzled look on his face.

Chapter Two

She stood now, peering at the man before her, the sound of heavy rain crashing against the windowpanes that filled the dimly lit room.

Her mind was racing with plans and preparations as her heels clicked ominously on the cold marble floor, echoing like a ticking bomb waiting to explode.

Please, the man tied to the chair whimpered. His swollen eyes met hers, desperation seeping through his bruised face. I didn't know, I swear!

Save your breath, Ruth snarled, circling around him like a predator stalking its prey.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you crossed my family. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, And now, you're going to pay for it.

As the man shuddered beneath her touch, Ruth stepped back, her gaze sweeping over the various instruments laid out on the table before her.

A cruel smile tugged at her lips as she picked up a pair of pliers, the metal gleaming under the low light. Let's start with something simple, shall we?

Ruth, you don't have to do this, the man gasped, tears streaming down his cheeks. Please, I'll do anything you want!

Anything? Ruth