Chapter 4: Caught in His Web
The next night, Isla returned to Inferno, her mask firmly in place. But something had changed. Dante had marked her as his next interest. She could feel it in the way the staff eyed her with barely concealed curiosity, the way the men whispered about her sudden rise to his attention. And the way Luca watched her like a hawk, his silent warning hanging between them. She couldn’t afford to be distracted. But distraction came in the form of Dante himself. He was waiting for her the moment she stepped onto the club floor, lounging in his usual VIP section, a glass of whiskey in his hand, eyes dark with something unreadable. Isla barely had time to take a breath before one of the other servers nudged her. "Boss wants you tonight." Her pulse spiked. So, the game had begun. With careful steps, she approached Dante’s table. His gaze swept over her, slow and deliberate, as she placed his drink down. "Sit." A command, not a request. She hesitated, just for a second. Dante’s smirk widened, as if he enjoyed the challenge. "Afraid, Bella?" She met his stare, forcing a coy smile. "Should I be?" He chuckled, motioning to the empty seat beside him. "That depends on how well you handle danger." Every instinct screamed at her to walk away. Instead, she slid into the seat, her posture relaxed despite the tension curling inside her. Dante leaned in slightly, his scent—smoky cologne and whiskey—wrapping around her. "You don’t belong here," he murmured, echoing Luca’s words. She forced a smirk. "And yet, here I am." His fingers traced the rim of his glass, his gaze never leaving hers. "Tell me something, Bella. Why Inferno? You could’ve worked anywhere." Her heart pounded, but she gave a careless shrug. "The money’s good. The clientele tips well." Dante hummed, studying her. "You don’t flinch when men touch you." She stilled. A slow smirk tugged at his lips. "Most women working here expect it. They play along. But you…" He tilted his head. "You endure it." Her fingers clenched against her thigh. Was he testing her, or was this genuine curiosity? Either way, she couldn’t afford to slip. "Maybe I don’t like being touched by men I don’t choose," she said smoothly. Something flickered in his eyes. Possession. "Is that so?" His hand lifted, and for the second time in two nights, he reached for her. But this time, he didn’t touch her. He let his fingers hover just above her skin, so close she could feel the heat radiating from him. A silent challenge. A power play. Her breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. She held his gaze, unflinching. And then, slowly, deliberately, she tilted her chin up in defiance. Dante’s smirk turned razor-sharp. "Interesting," he murmured. Then, as if the moment had never happened, he leaned back, taking a sip of his drink. "You’ll serve only me from now on," he said casually. Her stomach dropped. This wasn’t good. Being close to Dante meant danger. It meant scrutiny. It meant getting pulled into his world faster than she had planned. She needed to protest. But before she could, Luca appeared at the edge of the booth. His gaze locked onto hers, sharp and unreadable. Then he turned to Dante. "Antonio’s here." Dante’s entire demeanor shifted. The air around him thickened, darkened. Isla forced herself to stay composed, even as her hands trembled under the table. Antonio. The man who had murdered her father. She kept her face neutral, but inside, rage burned hot and uncontrollable. Dante downed the rest of his drink and stood, his presence dominating the space. He turned to her, his smirk returning. "Stay here. Don’t move." And just like that, he was gone. Leaving Isla alone with the weight of her own fury. Her moment was coming. But first, she had to survive Dante DeLuca’s obsession. --- End of Chapter 4Chapter 5: The WarningThe moment Dante disappeared from view, Isla exhaled slowly, forcing her hands to unclench from her lap.Antonio DeLuca was here.The man who had stolen her father’s life, who had ripped her family apart.She wanted to see him—needed to.But she couldn’t move.Dante had ordered her to stay, and defying him so soon would only raise suspicion.She reached for the half-empty glass of champagne on the table, her fingers tightening around the stem as she took a slow sip. Her throat burned, but it was nothing compared to the fire inside her. The urge to storm through those doors and come face-to-face with the man who had ruined her life was overwhelming, but she forced herself to breathe.Not yet.This wasn’t just about revenge—it was about destruction. One wrong move, one hasty decision, and she would lose everything.The club pulsed around her, oblivious to the war raging within her. Music pounded, the scent of expensive liquor and sweat thick in the air. Women laug
Chapter 6: The First TestInferno pulsed with energy, the scent of expensive liquor and sin thick in the air. Isla stood behind the bar, pretending to focus on cleaning glasses while keeping an eye on the VIP section.Dante was watching her again.She felt his gaze like a brand against her skin, assessing, calculating.Since the night he had claimed her as his personal server, he had been testing her. Small, subtle power plays meant to unnerve her, to see how far she would bend before breaking.But she wouldn’t break.She had spent years preparing for this.Tonight, she would prove she wasn’t just another distraction to him.Tonight, she would make him want her.Her plan was unfolding perfectly—until Dante moved.With effortless grace, he rose from his seat, crossed the room, and stopped directly in front of her."Come with me."A command, not a request.She forced a small, confused frown. "My shift isn’t over."Dante’s lips curved in amusement. "It is now."A part of her wanted to re
Chapter 7: The Power StruggleIsla’s heart raced as she walked down the dimly lit hallway at Inferno, the thumping bass of the club’s music still vibrating through the floor beneath her. She had managed to escape the chaos of the main room, seeking a brief moment of solitude to think. The club was alive with energy, but for Isla, every step closer to the backrooms of Inferno felt like she was entering another world—one where she had to keep her composure, where secrets were traded like currency.She had come here with a single purpose: to get closer to Dante, to learn everything she could about the DeLuca family, and to get revenge for the brutal execution of her father. But the deeper she ventured into this world, the more dangerous it became. And the more dangerous it became, the more she found herself drawn to Dante in ways she couldn’t control.Her thoughts were interrupted when a strong hand gripped her wrist. Before she could react, she was yanked into a dark hallway, her back p
Chapter 8: The Games BeginIsla had never been one to rely on anyone. She had learned early on that trust was a commodity in short supply, especially in the world she was now trying to infiltrate. But as she walked through the corridors of Inferno, a strange sensation tugged at her—an unsettling feeling she couldn’t quite shake.She had always prided herself on being able to control her emotions, to keep her head in the game no matter what. But Dante DeLuca? He was a problem she hadn’t accounted for.The way he looked at her. The way his presence seemed to swallow her whole. Every time she crossed paths with him, every subtle glance, every touch that lingered just a bit too long, her resolve seemed to fray just a little more. She had come here with a single mission in mind—to get close to him, to learn his secrets, to destroy the DeLuca empire from the inside out. But the longer she spent in his orbit, the harder it became to remember why she had chosen this path in the first place.D
Chapter 9: Secrets UnraveledThe club felt different tonight. It was as if the very air had thickened with tension. Isla couldn’t shake the feeling that something was on the brink of happening, something she wasn’t prepared for. Despite her carefully laid plans, there were elements she couldn’t control—and Dante DeLuca was one of them.She was standing behind the bar, wiping down glasses with a cloth, her eyes drifting over the patrons as she kept her movements deliberate, calculated. She couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not now. Not with Dante continuing to observe her every move. Tonight, she was determined to stick to the plan.The soft hum of music echoed throughout the club, filling the space with a rhythmic pulse that vibrated through her body. The lights were low, casting long shadows on the polished floors, and the occasional burst of laughter or clink of glasses provided an almost serene background. But Isla was far from serene.She had a job to do. Get close to Dante, gathe
Chapter 10: Temptation and ResolveThe club was quieter now, the vibrant energy of the night settling into a dull hum as patrons trickled out. Isla stood behind the bar, wiping down the surfaces with mechanical precision, though her mind was far from the task at hand. The evening’s events played over and over in her head, the tension in Dante’s voice still ringing in her ears. He was getting closer, and she had to be careful. One wrong move, and everything she and Alex had worked for could be ruined.She needed to talk to him. She needed to hear his voice, get his perspective.As if on cue, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, relieved to see her brother’s name flashing on the screen. She quickly answered, her voice low. “Alex?”“Isla, it’s late. You good?” His tone was calm but laced with concern, always a reminder of the bond they shared. He was the only one who truly understood what they were doing.“I’m fine,” she said, though she didn’t feel it. “Just… thinking. I’m
Chapter 11: Secret MeetingsThe city lights flickered outside the window as Isla walked briskly down the narrow alleyway behind Inferno. The night air was cool against her skin, but it didn’t do much to calm the storm brewing inside her. Every step seemed to echo with the weight of her thoughts, the strategy she’d been carefully crafting, and the dangerous web she was tangled in.She’d been working at Inferno for weeks now, always close to Dante, always playing the part of the devoted employee. But tonight, she needed to speak with Alex. She needed to update him on the progress—and the complications—that were quickly arising from their plan to take down Antonio DeLuca. She couldn’t risk leaving anything to chance.The back door to the club opened with a soft creak, and she slipped inside, entering the dimly lit staff room. A few of the other workers were still finishing up their shifts, but Isla paid them no attention. She quickly moved past them and into the small office where she’d
Chapter 12: Sofia’s FriendshipIsla stood near the entrance to Inferno, the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses barely registering in her ears as she waited for her shift to start. The club was buzzing with activity tonight—laughter and music filled the air, and every corner seemed alive with energy. It was everything she had come to expect from Dante DeLuca’s empire. Everything, except one small detail. She had never anticipated meeting someone like Sofia.As Isla adjusted her uniform and prepared to head inside, a soft voice interrupted her thoughts.“Hey there, Bella, right?”Isla turned to find a young woman standing beside her, her smile wide and inviting. She was taller than Isla, with dark, wavy hair that cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves. Her presence was warm, unlike the cool, calculating aura Isla was used to from the DeLuca family. This woman radiated a genuine kind of energy.“Yeah, that's me,” Isla replied, trying to keep her tone neutral as she met the woman’
Chapter 60 – The Final ChapterBound by Love, Revenge, and an Unbreakable ObsessionThe DeLuca estate stood tall against the evening sky, the massive mansion a symbol of power, control, and the iron grip Dante held over his empire. But inside those walls, behind the ruthless exterior of its king, was something far more dangerous than power itself—his love for Isla.Their love was an addiction, a compulsion neither of them could break free from. No matter how much destruction it caused, no matter how many times they fought or burned in the flames of their own obsession, they always found their way back to each other.Tonight, as Isla paced their bedroom, her hands trembling, she knew the news she was about to deliver would change everything. She had spent weeks hiding the truth, afraid of what it might mean for them. But there was no hiding from Dante. He knew her too well, owned every part of her, inside and out.The moment he entered the room, his dark eyes locked onto hers, reading
Chapter 59: Family and FutureIsla sat on the balcony of the DeLuca estate, the warm afternoon breeze brushing against her skin as she sipped a glass of wine. It had been a long time since she had seen her brother, Alex, in person. They had always been close, bound by the pain of their past and the vengeance they had finally taken.When the butler announced Alex’s arrival, Isla didn’t waste a second. She rushed inside and saw him standing in the grand foyer, his usual confident smirk in place.“Alex!” she called out, throwing her arms around him.Alex hugged her tightly. “Still dramatic, I see.”She rolled her eyes. “Shut up. You missed me, admit it.”He chuckled. “Maybe a little.”They moved to the sitting area, where Isla poured him a drink. As they clinked glasses, they fell into comfortable laughter, reminiscing about their childhood—the good and the bad.“Remember when we used to sneak out to steal sweets from the bakery?” Isla grinned.Alex groaned. “And got caught by Mom? She g
Chapter 58: A Love of Their OwnLuca had never felt nerves before—not in a gunfight, not in a war, not even when standing beside Dante in the bloodiest of battles. But as he stood outside Sofia’s apartment, gripping the small velvet box in his hand, his heart pounded harder than ever.Sofia had always been more than just Dante’s little sister. She was fierce, intelligent, and completely untouchable—at least, until she let him in. And now, he was ready to give up everything to build a life with her.Taking a deep breath, he knocked.When she opened the door, her dark eyes widened in surprise. “Luca?”He wasted no time. Before she could say anything else, he stepped forward, took her hands, and met her gaze with unwavering determination.“I love you, Sofia,” he said firmly, watching as her lips parted in shock. “I’ve loved you from the moment you stormed into my life and turned my world upside down. And I know this world—our world—is filled with danger and chaos, but I would walk throug
Chapter 57: Luca’s DepartureThe wedding celebrations had slowly started to die down. Guests had begun to leave, but a few key figures remained, lingering in the grand DeLuca estate. Dante sat in his private lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey, reflecting on the day. Isla had disappeared to their bedroom, but he knew she was waiting for him.He exhaled deeply, feeling something shift within him. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was the start of something permanent, something he had never envisioned for himself. And just as he was about to get lost in thought, the door creaked open.Luca.Dante’s closest ally, his right-hand man, the only person he truly trusted. Luca stepped inside, his usual smirk in place, but there was something different about him. Something… final.Dante’s sharp gaze met Luca’s. “You look like a man who’s about to give me bad news.”Luca chuckled, shaking his head. “Depends on how you see it.”Dante set his drink down. “Talk.”Luca hesitated for a moment before runn
Chapter 57: Luca’s DepartureThe wedding celebrations had slowly started to die down. Guests had begun to leave, but a few key figures remained, lingering in the grand DeLuca estate. Dante sat in his private lounge, nursing a glass of whiskey, reflecting on the day. Isla had disappeared to their bedroom, but he knew she was waiting for him.He exhaled deeply, feeling something shift within him. This wasn’t just a wedding; it was the start of something permanent, something he had never envisioned for himself. And just as he was about to get lost in thought, the door creaked open.Luca.Dante’s closest ally, his right-hand man, the only person he truly trusted. Luca stepped inside, his usual smirk in place, but there was something different about him. Something… final.Dante’s sharp gaze met Luca’s. “You look like a man who’s about to give me bad news.”Luca chuckled, shaking his head. “Depends on how you see it.”Dante set his drink down. “Talk.”Luca hesitated for a moment before runn
Chapter 56: A Mafia WeddingThe grand cathedral stood tall under the evening sky, its towering stained-glass windows illuminated by the golden light of hundreds of flickering candles inside. The entire DeLuca empire had gathered, dressed in their finest, waiting for the moment when the most feared and powerful man in the underworld would claim his queen.Dante stood at the altar, clad in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, his sharp features set in a look of determination. His presence was commanding, exuding power with every breath, but tonight, there was something different in his gaze—an intensity that wasn’t just about control or dominance. It was about devotion.He was about to marry the woman who had made him kneel. The woman who had tamed his demons yet fueled his obsession. Isla.The heavy wooden doors of the cathedral creaked open, and every head turned as Isla stepped forward.Dressed in an ivory gown that clung to her figure before cascading into layers of lace, she looked b
Chapter 55: A Lover’s UltimatumWeeks Later, Isla and Dante are having an serious argument about him not letting her go anywhere alone .The storm outside mirrored the tension brewing between Dante and Isla. Thunder rumbled in the distance as heavy raindrops pelted against the large windows of the DeLuca estate. The dimly lit room carried a suffocating silence, neither of them willing to back down.Dante stood by the fireplace, his fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight with frustration. Isla, on the other hand, stood near the doorway, her posture rigid, her eyes ablaze with a fire that matched the fury in her heart.“This isn’t a life, Dante,” she spat, her voice sharp as a blade. “This is a prison. And I refuse to be caged by you any longer.”Dante turned to face her fully, his eyes dark with warning. “You think you can just walk away from me?” His voice was low, controlled, but the storm inside him threatened to break free. “You belong to me, Isla.”“I don’t belong to anyone,”
Chapter 54: The Bloody EndingThe night was dark, the sky heavy with the weight of impending storm clouds, as Dante stood over the wreckage of what had once been a place of refuge. His hands were bloodstained, his thoughts clouded with rage, and his heart twisted with vengeance. The events of the past days had led him here, to the final confrontation with El Cado, and nothing, not even his growing love for Isla, could stop what needed to be done.His men, ever loyal, had done what they were trained to do—track El Cado to the very edges of the city. They had gathered information, confirmed his hideout, and surrounded the abandoned warehouse like a pack of wolves closing in on their prey. But Dante had insisted on handling this himself. This was personal. El Cado had crossed a line, not just by kidnapping his sister but by threatening the life of Isla, the one person Dante could no longer imagine living without.The echo of gunfire still lingered in the air, though the battle had long s
Chapter 53: Final ShowdownThe war between Dante and El Cado had been building for weeks, the tension ever-present, but when El Cado made his move, it was one Dante never saw coming.Dante paced in his private study, his jaw clenched, his mind running through the many possible outcomes of their feud. Since El Cado had gone into hiding, Dante had expected a war of words, but instead, El Cado had chosen to target the one thing Dante held most dear: his family.Isla, who had been at his side throughout the chaos, stood by the window, her eyes scanning the horizon, always alert. She could feel the shift in Dante’s mood. There was something heavy in the air, and it wasn’t just the ominous feeling of an impending storm—it was the kind of darkness that Dante had warned her about.“He’s making a mistake,” Dante muttered, almost to himself. “He thinks he can tear me apart, but he’s wrong.” His words were sharp, filled with rage, but also a cold sense of calculation. “He’s crossed a line now.”