The Mafia Don Left Me To Die, But Now Regrets It

Mia stared at the thick, dark-red liquid in the bottle. Her stomach churned violently as she stepped back.

“No… take it away! I do not want this cursed thing!”

Her voice was hoarse as she raised a hand to push it away.

“Be good. This is for your own good, for the good of the entire family.”

Zinnia’s expression darkened, carrying the authority of an elder.

In the struggle, the bottle slipped from her hand and shattered against the marble floor with a loud crash.

The dark blood splattered everywhere. The metallic stench filled the room.

Zinnia froze for a moment. She stared at the mess and her eyes instantly reddened.

She knelt slowly, using a silk handkerchief to painstakingly wipe the blood from her shoes and the floor. Her shoulders trembled as her voice broke with heart-wrenching sobs,

“I just… I only wanted what was best for you both… wanted the Yorick family to have a proper heir.

“Even if you don’t like it, there's no reason to trample on my feelings and disregard the family’s well-being.”

The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became. Tears streamed down her carefully maintained face.

James’s eyes darkened as he watched the tears fall. The cold, ruthless aura of the don enveloped him.

“Mia, apologize to Zinnia!”

His voice was low, but sharp as ice.

He stepped forward in long strides, clamping a hand around Mia’s slender arm, dragging her from the sofa without giving her the chance to resist, while his other hand grabbed the bottle opening with only a little blood left.

“James! Let go of me! No!”

Mia struggled violently as her nails raked across his arm.

“Drink it. Only then will the demon leave.”

James’s voice was flat, unyielding. He gripped her jaw and, ignoring her gagging and kicking, pressed the bottle opening to her lips.

“Cough… gag…”

Mia choked violently as the dark-red liquid dripped from the corners of her mouth and down her neck. It was a shocking sight.

James released her jaw, watching her curl up on the carpet in agony. A flicker of emotion flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly swallowed by deep indifference.

He knelt beside her and patted her back. His tone shifted into a rehearsed, gentle calm. “All done. Purification complete. Zinnia did this for the family. You have to understand.”

Zinnia finally wiped her tears, rose to her feet, and spoke with calm authority,

“Not a drop of the sacred blood used for purification can be wasted, or the demon will return.”

She glanced at James; her eyes filled with encouragement and unwavering expectation.

James’ body stiffened for a moment.

Mia suddenly lifted her head. Her bloodshot eyes blazed as she shouted, “James! Are you crazy? What kind of dark magic is this? If you force me again today, we are done for!”

James avoided her gaze. His Adam’s apple rolled.

After a long pause, he reached out, pressing the back of her neck. His voice was low and hoarse, “Mia, don’t throw a childish tantrum. Listen to Zinnia and clean it up.”

Mia’s pupils constricted. A cold wave ran through her veins.

“No… James… you can’t do this… you said you owed me a lifetime… ugh…”

She shook her head desperately, trying to break free.

Finally, he pressed her neck down with absolute control. His voice came out hoarse and husky, as though he was heaving a long sigh.

“Mia, do not be difficult. Do as Zinnia say. It is for our future.”

He increased the pressure, holding her down over the half-congealed blood.

Humiliating tears mixed with the remaining liquid blurred her vision.

Mia trembled as her face pressed into the iron-scented blood, coughing violently as saliva and mucus smeared across her features.

“The ritual is complete. God will bless you.”

Zinnia walked over to James, gently adjusting his collar. "James, don't spoil her too much," she advised before leaving the room in chaos and the stench of blood.

James's eyes followed her, and only after a long moment did he remember Mia. On the cold floor, Mia's body was curled up, completely still.

A dull ache stabbed her lower abdomen again, and a warm liquid seemed to seep from beneath her, mixing with the urine on the floor.

She was bleeding heavily.

“It hurts!”