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Bound To The Mafia Chapter 73
LUCAThe city breathed differently at night.It was alive—buzzing, watching, waiting. Every shadow had eyes. Every silence had weight.I sat in the back of the SUV, staring out the tinted windows as we cut through Manhattan. Rafael sat beside me, his phone pressed to his ear, murmuring in low tones. The men in the front stayed silent, but I could feel their tension.They knew what tonight meant.We weren’t waiting anymore.We were hunting.Rafael ended his call and looked at me. “We found one.”My grip on the armrest tightened. “Where?”He glanced at his watch. “Warehouse on 12th. Said he’d talk—if we get there before the Scorpions do.”I nodded once. “Drive faster.”The SUV surged forward, weaving through traffic. My pulse stayed steady, but beneath it, there was something else.A slow-burning rage.Whoever this rat was, he was a loose end. And loose ends were dangerous.Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to the warehouse—an old, forgotten
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ISADORAMy hands were shaking as I shoved my feet into my shoes. My brain felt sluggish, still trying to process my father’s words.She’s in critical condition.I wasn’t close to my mother. Not really.She had stood by silently, watching while my father did the things he did. I’d begged her to leave, to take me with her, to be more than just a ghost in that house. And she never did.And I hated her for that.For the way she let him ruin me.For the way she knew he had tried to sell me and did nothing.But she was still my mother.And no matter how much anger I held, the thought of her dying made my stomach churn.I yanked my coat on and moved toward the door, my pulse hammering. I had to get out before Bianca noticed.Because if she did? She wouldn’t let me leave.I cracked the bedroom door open, peering out. The hall was empty.Good.I slipped out, keeping my footsteps light as I made my way down the corridor. Every second felt like an etern
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ISADORAA sharp breath caught in my throat as my father’s grip tightened around my wrist.Not bruising. Not yet. But firm. Unyielding.Every survival instinct I’d honed over the years came rushing back, screaming at me to run.I swallowed hard, keeping my expression neutral even as my pulse hammered in my ears. “Let go.”His fingers flexed slightly, but he didn’t release me. “You think you can just waltz in here and walk out like you own the damn place?” His voice was low, controlled, but I caught the sneer beneath it.I squared my shoulders, refusing to flinch. “I came for her. Not for you.”His grip tightened. Just enough to be a warning.“And Luca just lets you run around in the middle of the night?” he scoffed. “Guess he’s not as smart as I thought.”I forced my expression to remain blank, but my stomach twisted.He knew Luca. Owed Luca. And after Luca had settled his debts, he had warned my father—warned him—what would happen if he ever tried to sel
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LUCAMy phone buzzed before I even reached the car.Unknown Number.I knew before I answered.I fucking knew.I pressed the phone to my ear, my pulse a slow, lethal thrum. “Where is she?”A chuckle. His chuckle.The one I used to hear when he thought he held all the cards.“Luca, Luca, Luca.” His voice was smooth, laced with fake disappointment. “You let your little fiancée out in the wild all by herself? That doesn’t seem like you.”I stepped into the car, slamming the door shut. “I’m not in the mood for games. Tell me where the fuck she is.”Silence.Then, “She’s right here.”Something rustled on the other end—then a muffled noise. A sharp inhale.Isadora.My grip on the steering wheel turned to steel. “Let me talk to her.”“Soon.” His amusement barely concealed the sick enjoyment in his tone. “But first, let’s talk about how much she’s worth to you.”I exhaled slowly. A deadly, deliberate breath. “You made a deal.”He laughed. “Di
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ISADORA I swallowed the fear clawing at my throat, forcing myself to stay still as my father’s fingers dug into my chin. “You think Luca’s just going to walk in here and let you do whatever the hell you want?” My voice was steady, but inside, I was unraveling. “You know what he’s capable of.” He smirked, leaning in. “I do. That’s why I made sure it won’t be that easy for him.” A cold wave of dread crashed over me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he drawled, releasing my chin and standing to his full height, “you’re putting too much faith in your knight in shining armor. Even if he’s looking for you, it’ll take him days to find us.” Days. My pulse pounded in my ears. Luca was fast. Luca was ruthless. There was no way it would take him days to track me down. Unless… My stomach twisted. “You had help.” His smile widened. “Took you long enough.” A sharp chill shot through my spine. There was only one group I knew wi
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LUCA The call barely lasted a second. A single ring before it connected—just long enough for me to hear her scream. Raw. Agonized. Then—silence. The line went dead. A dangerous stillness settled over me, the kind that came before a storm. My fingers tightened around the phone until the plastic cracked. He hurt her. He fucking hurt her. Bianca sucked in a sharp breath from across the room, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. I turned to Enzo. “Trace it.” His fingers flew over the keyboard, jaw tight, eyes locked onto the screen. Seconds stretched into eternity as I waited. Tick. Tick. Tick. Then— “Nothing.” His voice was clipped, tense. “Call was routed through a scrambled line. It’s untraceable.” I forced a slow breath through my nose, trying to shove down the murderous rage clawing its way up my throat. That son of a bitch planned this. I dialed another number
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LUCAI gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The old industrial site was forty minutes away—too fucking far.Enzo sat beside me, pressing a gun clip into place. “You think he’s still there?”“He better be,” I muttered, eyes locked on the road ahead. “Or I’ll make sure he has nowhere left to fucking hide.”Rafael’s car sped alongside mine, his men following close behind. The air inside the car was suffocating—rage, desperation, and something else I didn’t want to name.I couldn’t think about what Gabriel had done to her. Couldn’t let myself imagine the worst.She’s strong. She’s still fighting.I forced my grip to loosen, inhaling sharply. “Enzo, go over the layout.”“The site’s been abandoned for years,” he said, flipping through his phone. “A warehouse, two smaller buildings, and a dock. If they’re smart, they’ll keep her underground.”My jaw ticked. Cowards.A sudden buzz in my pocket made my heart lurch. I snatched my phone up,
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ISADORAI barely had the strength to lift my head. My vision swam, but I knew that voice.Luca.A sharp, strangled breath escaped me, relief and fear tangling in my chest. He was here. He came for me.Gabriel took a lazy drag from his cigarette, exhaling a trail of smoke like this was nothing but a game. “You’re late, boy.”I flinched at the mocking tone, but Luca didn’t move. He stood in the doorway, a shadow of pure, restrained fury. His gun was leveled at my father’s head, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack.But his eyes—when they flicked to me—burned with something darker.Possession.Rage.Desperation.And something deep inside me shattered.“Let her go,” Luca said, voice low and lethal.Gabriel laughed. “And miss the grand reunion?” He flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing the ember beneath his boot. “You took everything from me, Luca. You didn’t actually think I’d let you keep her, did you?”His gaze dropped to m
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LAURAThe rooftop bar was closed at this hour, but Rafael didn’t need permission to occupy a space. He owned every room he entered, even one perched above a city still asleep.He was already there, leaning against the railing like it might collapse under the weight of what he was holding back. Hair tousled, black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, that brooding, unreadable look on his face that used to piss me off—and now made my mouth dry.“You’re late,” he said without looking at me.I didn’t rush to close the distance. I took my time, each step a silent declaration.“And you’re still a control freak,” I replied, coming to stand between his legs as he pulled me in, no hesitation. His hands slid to my waist like they belonged there. Because lately, they did.He kissed me—not softly. Like he needed to forget what we were doing. What we were risking. Like I was the only place he could breathe.When he finally pulled away, he kept his forehead against mine. “She s
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ISADORALuca laughed at something Rafael said, the low rumble of it curling around the hallway walls and crawling under my skin.I paused at the archway, watching the two of them with narrowed eyes. The study was awash in golden light—books, whiskey glasses, the faint scent of cigars and secrets. Luca’s posture was relaxed, his hand sweeping casually as he poured a drink. Rafael leaned against the desk, arms crossed, smirking. Like nothing had ever shifted between them.But I remembered.I remembered Luca storming into that garden, face thundercloud-dark. I remembered Rafael's stare—tight-lipped, unreadable. Whatever truce they’d shaken hands on, it wasn’t clean.So why did they act like it was?The door creaked as I stepped back. I didn’t want them seeing me. Not yet. Not when my head buzzed with questions they both refused to answer.Later, when we were alone in the bedroom, I tried to press him gently. “You and Rafael seem... good again.”Luca didn’t look u
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LUCAThe call came at dawn.I was half-dressed, shirt slung over my shoulder, staring out the window of my office while the city below yawned itself awake. A steaming espresso sat untouched on the table. Something in my gut twisted before I even touched the phone. Instinct. That cursed, nagging thing I’d learned never to ignore.Rafael’s name lit the screen.I answered with a clipped, “What?”There was silence. Then: “She’s gone.”Everything stilled.“What the fuck do you mean, ‘gone’?” My voice didn’t rise, it didn’t need to. The sharp edge in it could slice steel.Rafael exhaled. “Bianca. She was ambushed—two blocks from the safehouse. Three shots to the chest. Clean. Professional.”My jaw locked. The room tilted for a second.“Where’s the body?”“Cremated,” he said, voice low. “Locals were already on scene by the time our men arrived. We pulled security footage. Emilio’s men. There’s no doubt.”I closed my eyes. Three seconds. That’s all I allow
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 121
EMILIOThe man across from me was trembling, and not from the cold.I liked that.I lit a cigarette, the tip glowing like a dying star. The smoke curled upward, slow and deliberate, a quiet reminder that time was never on anyone’s side but mine.“She’s outlived her purpose,” I said simply, flicking ash into a crystal tray.Santos swallowed hard. “You’re sure you want to—?”My eyes snapped to his, and he flinched.“You questioning me, Santos?”“No, sir. Never.” He straightened, pretending he had a spine. “Just… she’s been with us a long time. Bianca’s—”“—a liability,” I cut in, calm as ice. “She thinks sleeping with secrets makes her safe. But when loyalty starts to waiver, the only thing keeping someone alive is their silence.”I stood, smoothing the sleeves of my jacket. “She knows too much. She talks to the wrong people. She’s already aligned herself with Morretti. You really think I’m going to wait for her to slip a blade between my ribs?”Santo
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ISADORAThe garden was silent again, but something had shifted—warped. The kind of silence that came before a storm with teeth.Two weeks. That’s all I had left before I walked down an aisle with a man whose promises were carved in blood and devotion. Two weeks before I became Isadora Morretti in front of the world.I should’ve felt safe. Certain. But all I could feel was the slow, suffocating weight of everything we didn’t know tightening around my chest like a corset I couldn’t breathe in.Luca hadn’t let go of my hand. His grip wasn’t gentle—but it wasn’t cruel either. It was possessive. A silent vow wrapped in skin and bone: you’re mine, and I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me.We walked back inside without speaking. Rafael was gone—smart. He knew Luca wouldn’t let the next conversation end in words. And if I wasn’t careful, the next time they stood in the same room, it’d end with a body.Two weeks.I stared at the calendar in our bedroom, the
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ISADORAThe garden door creaked behind me, and I froze.I didn’t need to turn. I felt him—the weight of his presence pressing against my spine like a blade just shy of the skin. Luca.His footsteps were slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to dismantle me.“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, without facing him.“Long enough,” he said.His voice cut through the silence like it always did—sharp, low, lethal. “Long enough to hear Rafael dodge every truth like it might bite him.”I turned then, meeting his gaze. The look in his eyes was unreadable, but his jaw—tight, twitching—spoke volumes.“So,” I said quietly, “you know.”“That he and Bianca are running their own game?” Luca’s voice dropped a notch. “Yeah, princess. I got that loud and fucking clear.”He stepped closer. Too close. His gaze pinned me where I stood, and I felt the heat of it all the way down to my bones.“What I don’t know,” he murmured, “is why you didn’
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 118
ISADORAThe garden was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that made your skin itch, like the calm before something cracked.Rafael stood near the far edge, his posture deceptively relaxed, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of something dark. He didn’t look up as I approached, but I knew he felt me. He always did.“I need to ask you something,” I said, stepping into his shadow.“Isadora.” He nodded once, without looking away from the trees. “You’ve been asking a lot of questions lately.”“And you’ve been giving a lot of half-answers.”He glanced at me then, just a flicker of his gaze, like a warning. But I didn’t back down.“I know about Bianca,” I said.His brow arched, just slightly. “What about her?”“She’s working for Luca. Feeding him information about Emilio. Don’t bother denying it.”“I wouldn’t,” Rafael said smoothly. “Because you’re right.”My heartbeat stuttered. I hadn’t expected him to admit it so easily.“What I don’t un
Bound To The Mafia Chapter 117
ISADORAI woke to his arms still around me. Tight. Protective. Possessive in the way only Luca could be—like even in sleep, he refused to let me drift too far.His chest rose and fell against my back, steady, grounding. The storm had passed, but its echo lingered. Not in words—but in everything else. The way he’d touched me last night… it wasn’t just desire.It was a claim.I slipped out from under him slowly, quietly, needing a moment to breathe, to think without his heat crawling under my skin and clouding my judgment.I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, staring at the bruises on my collarbone—not cruel ones, not painful. Just reminders. A map of where his hands had been. A silent vow written in the language only we understood.He knew now.Everything.But something inside me still twisted—because I hadn’t told him the rest.I hadn’t told him that Emilio—Adrian—wasn't just part of my past.He was circling again.And I could feel it.N
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ISADORAHe knew.Not everything—God, not yet—but enough to make my breath catch as he stepped into the kitchen like a shadow wrapped in silk. His presence didn’t just fill the room—it claimed it, like oxygen suddenly belonged to him, and I was trespassing just by breathing it.And when he looked at me?Not through me.Not around me.At me.Like I was the only thing that existed between heaven and hell.“What's going to change, tesoro?”The word burned more than it soothed.Tesoro.His treasure.He always said it like a vow, like a warning. As if calling me that meant I didn’t get to break, didn’t get to run, didn’t get to hide. His treasure wasn’t allowed secrets. Not without a cost.I clenched the cup too hard. My fingers trembled. My throat tightened with all the words I should say but couldn’t. Not yet. Not while the truth still tasted like betrayal in my mouth.Because how the hell do you tell your husband that the man who saved you years ago
