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Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret Chapter 10
"Cripple her." The words left my lips, devoid of heat, devoid of pity. They were a simple, cold fact. "The hand she used to sign my mother's death warrant. The hand she used to call our enemies. Break them. Both."Scarlett's face bleached of all color. "No! Isabella, please! We can make a deal—"POP.The sound was small, almost surgical. Marco's shot was precise. It didn't sever her hand, it shattered the bones within it.Her scream was a raw, animal thing that clawed at the walls.Leo knelt on the floor, trembling uncontrollably. "Isabella... please... mercy..."I turned my back on him, a gesture of final dismissal. "Take him," I said to Marco. "Strip him of everything but his name. And dump him on the street. Death is a mercy he hasn't earned. Let him live with what he is."Three days later, the first snow of winter began to fall on the iron gates of the Moretti estate.I sat behind the massive mahogany desk in my father's study, watching the feeds from the security cameras.Leo
Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret Chapter 9
"Dante? It's Scarlett."Her voice was a low murmur, but the bugs I'd had planted days ago picked up every word."I have something for you. Intel... on the Morettis... No, it's good. I know what Isabella's next move is..."Leo was still curled in his corner, lost in his own private hell, oblivious."The new route she's setting up at the docks... and the names of the capos she's targeting... My price? A million should cover it."I almost laughed. The bitch had ambition.Suddenly, Leo's head snapped up. "Who are you talking to?"Scarlett ended the call abruptly. "No one. Just an old friend—""Let me see the phone," Leo snarled, getting to his feet and stalking toward her."Leo, don't be crazy," she said, backing away. "It was nothing—"He snatched the phone from her grasp and his face went pale as he saw the call log. "Dante Falcone? You're talking to that motherfucker?""I can explain—""Explain?" Leo's eyes were burning with a new, terrible fire. "You're selling me out?""Selling you o
Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret Chapter 8
Three days later, the capos were summoned to Father's study.Twelve of the family's core men sat around the long mahogany table—captains from every borough, our chief earner, and the old guard who had advised Father for decades.Father sat at the head of the table, a king on his throne. I sat at his right hand—in Leo’s empty chair."Gentlemen," Father's voice boomed, a low rumble of thunder in the quiet room. "As of today, my daughter Isabella assumes all of Leo's former responsibilities. She is now this family's strategist. Her word is mine."A few of the old-timers traded nervous glances, but none dared to speak a word against it.I rose, commanding the room not with volume, but with stillness. I sketched a map on the whiteboard. "The Volkovs didn't send a message. They drew first blood. They want our ports, our shipping lanes—our lifeblood.""What's the play, Miss Moretti?" asked Marco, the capo who ran the East Side."The answer is simple." My voice was quiet, but it carried to e
Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret Chapter 7
Just as Leo’s face contorted with rage, the door swung open. Father's second-in-command stood there, his face grim."Don Moretti is back. He's with the Madam. He wants to see you both. Now."I was wheeled into my mother's private room. Sofia lay on the bed, her face ashen, an IV drip taped to her arm.Father sat by her bed, a statue carved from granite. His eyes, cold and hard as chips of flint, landed on me. His voice was the scrape of stone on stone. "You were supposed to be watching her."Leo immediately pointed a trembling finger at me."This was all Isabella! She's jealous of Scarlett, so she staged the whole attack to get me out of the picture!""Enough!"My mother's voice, though weak, cut through the room with surprising force. "For some girl... some nobody... you threw your own blood to the wolves." Her voice was thin, but each word was a steel shard. "Leo... there is no bottom to my disappointment in you."Even through a fog of pain, she had heard one of the hitters use h
Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret Chapter 6
The next morning, I woke to the sound of shouting.I opened my eyes to find Leo looming over my hospital bed."You paid a crew to shoot up our own house?" His finger jabbed at my face. "Just to drag me back from a night out? Have you lost your fucking mind?""The whole underworld is talking about this! Do you have any idea what a disgrace you've made of the Moretti name?"Scarlett stood beside him, a vision of delicate sorrow, dabbing at her dry eyes."Leo, don't be so hard on Isabella… She only did it because she hates me, that's all…"The air cracked. His hand shot out, slapping me so hard my head snapped to the side. "Father isn't here to handle his little problem. So I will." He leaned in, his voice a low snarl. "You traitorous bitch."My cheek burned, but the ice in my heart was colder. "I'm your sister." My voice was a raw whisper. "You don't even ask if I'm okay? You just... decide I'm the villain? Leo... do you really hate me that much?""The FBI is involved. You still think
Framed as a Traitor, Reborn To Make Them All Regret Chapter 5
"What do you mean, the manor was hit? Isabella, talk to me. How is she?"The voice on the other end was tight, all business—one of our soldiers. The world came back in a roar of adrenaline. Ignoring the fire screaming up my arm, I clawed myself off the floor. I spared a single, hateful glance for the shattered remains of my phone, and demanded:"Talk to me. Where is she hit? How bad?""It's bad. Gut shot. She's bleeding bad, but the slug went clean through. They think it missed the major arteries. Think.""We're rushing her to the family clinic now. You need to get here, fast."The words hit me like a fist to the chest, stealing the air from my lungs.But at least this time, there was a chance.I bit my lip until I tasted blood, the pain a welcome anchor in the storm. Tears were a luxury I couldn't afford.Dante was silent. After a long moment, his voice came out, a low rasp, thick with a regret that felt a lifetime too late."Isabella," he said. "This… this is on me. I was wrong."
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