Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Logan’s POV.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the harsh, sterile lights of the hospital room greeted me. Disoriented and weak, I blinked several times until the blurry figures around me came into focus. There was Mia, her eyes filled with worry and relief, and my family standing by her side, their faces etched with concern.

“Mia…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Her eyes lit up with tears of joy as she took my hand in hers. “Thank goodness you’re awake,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

My family wore expressions of both happiness and concern. My mother’s eyes were red from crying, while my father’s stern facade tried to hide his fear. It was then that I knew I had to be honest with them about how I felt.

“I can’t go through with the marriage,” I admitted, my voice stronger now. “I love Mia, and I can’t marry someone else.”

My father’s face turned stern, and he scolded me, “You’re being impractical! You have responsibilities, and this is no time for childish whims!”

Before I could respond, my mother stepped forward, her voice calm yet firm. “Honey, we understand that this might not be the easiest path, but if Mia is where our son’s heart lies, then we must respect that. His happiness is what matters most.”

My father seemed hesitant, but he could see the genuine love and conviction in my eyes.

“You have to think about the consequences of your decisions,” he warned, but his tone softened slightly.

“I have thought about it, Dad,” I replied earnestly. “Mia makes me a better person, and I can’t imagine my life without her. I can’t let her go.”

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My father seemed to relent, his stern expression giving way to a glimmer of understanding. He glanced at my mother, who nodded encouragingly.

Torn between tradition and his son’s happiness, my dad sighed heavily before finally relenting, “Fine, but remember, this path won’t be easy. You’ll have to face the consequences.”

With that, a wave of relief washed over me. My family might not fully approve, but they were willing to accept Mia for my sake.

“I know it won’t be easy,” I said, my determination unwavering. “But with Mia by my side, I know I can face anything.”

As my family left the room, Mia and I were finally alone. She leaned closer, her eyes shining with affection. “I can’t believe you stood up for us,” she whispered, a mix of gratitude and love in her voice.

“I couldn’t let you go, Mia. You’re everything to me,” I replied, caressing her cheek gently.

With a smile, she leaned in, and our lips met in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, it felt like the world around us disappeared, leaving only our love and connection. We had overcome the odds, and nothing else mattered.

After a week of recovery, I was finally discharged from the hospital. With newfound determination, I decided it was time to face Mia’s father and ask for her hand in marriage. As I reached their house, I noticed the somber atmosphere, and my heart sank when I learned that he was very sick.

Mia greeted me with a mixture of relief and concern, and I assured her that I was alright. However, my focus was on her father’s well-being. I knew I had to take on the responsibility of his treatment expenses, but when I broached the topic with Mia, she adamantly refused.

“No, you can’t burden yourself with this,” she pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. “I can manage somehow.”

I held her gently, looking into her eyes with love and determination.

“Mia, your father is now my family too,” I said firmly. “I won’t let his illness go untreated. It’s my responsibility now.”

Her eyes softened, and she knew there was no arguing with my resolve. Reluctantly, she nodded, grateful for the support I offered.

We went inside to meet her father. His face registered shock when he saw me, a member of the infamous Mancini family, standing before him. He had heard stories of the dangerous world I was a part of, and naturally, he was concerned for his daughter’s safety.

Taking a deep breath, I spoke with respect and sincerity.

“Sir, I know who I am and what my family represents,” I began, looking him in the eyes. “But I want you to know that I love Mia with all my heart, and I promise to protect her and provide for her.”

He scrutinized me, his eyes searching for any signs of deception. I answered every question he threw at me, revealing my genuine intentions and determination to make things right for Mia and him.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally seemed to soften.

“You’ve faced the darkness of this world,” he said, his voice weak but firm. “But if you’re willing to change and give my daughter a good life, I’ll trust you.”

Relief washed over me, and I nodded gratefully.

“I promise, sir, that I’ll do everything in my power to make her happy and keep her safe.”

With his reluctant approval, Mia’s father gave us his blessing, and we knew that we had overcome a significant hurdle. I had gained his trust, and now, the responsibility of Mia’s happiness and well-being rested heavily on my shoulders.

As we left her father’s house, Mia clung to my arm, tears of happiness and gratitude streaming down her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

I held her close, vowing to protect her and her family no matter the cost. Our love had overcome the obstacles, and now we were ready to face the future together.

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Finally the day had come. We were going to get married. Mia would be mine forever.

The ceremony was an intimate and hurried affair, with only a few close friends and family present. As I stood at the altar, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and trepidation. Mia looked breathtaking in her wedding dress, and I felt a surge of pride knowing that she was now Mia Logan Mancini, my wife.

The tension in the air was palpable as the ceremony commenced. We exchanged vows, promising to love and cherish each other through thick and thin. It was a commitment I took with utmost seriousness, knowing that our lives were now intricately entwined, and I would do whatever it took to protect her.

After the exchange of rings, the priest pronounced us husband and wife, and we sealed our love with a passionate kiss. The cheers and applause from our small gathering filled the air, and it felt like time stood still for a moment. I held Mia’s hand tightly, ready to face whatever challenges life would throw at us.