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Author: Betty__Kris
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NINETY-ONE

She took another deep breath, ignoring the faint noise of brushes in the background as she laid out her paints.

Fortunately, the studio was in partitions, so everyone had their own personal space to work quietly and peacefully.

“Do you always start without sketching?” Sofia asked from behind, sipping her coffee.

“I usually don't like being caged,” Isabelle murmured, while squeezing appealing colours onto her palette. “I want the painting to decide where it goes.”

Sofia gave a low hum sound that seemed like she understood.

An hour and half later, she was almost finished up with her first painting of the day. Looking at the painting, she was sure it meant so much more than that calm sea with shadowed depths being lit by the figure at the center of it.

Sofia moved closer towards her. She had been here the whole time. She was assigned to guide Isabelle on how the work was supposed to go. But it seemed like Isabelle already had a hang of what she was doing. Like really…re
Betty__Kris

Hi, dearies! This chapter and the previous one might come off as fillers, but they both serve as a deep insight and start into an intriguing side of this story, also getting to know another part of Isabelle, and ushering of new characters who help to make the storyline even more amazing. Please sit back and enjoy what's coming! ☺❣❣☺

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  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   NINETY-TWO

    NINETY-TWOShe spent the rest of the day getting acquainted with everyone—everyone, with the exemption of those who felt intimidated by her. She made a mental note to herself not to get bothered by them. She was here for herself and herself only. When she told Sofia about the director, her only response was that she should discard whatever uncomfortable feeling she had. “The man is exactly like that. He behaves like a creep. You know, acts intense and all that, but I don't think he's any trouble. So forget about him.” Sofia had suggested. And just as quick as those words flew out of her mouth, that was how quick she was in deciding not to let their meeting matter. Maybe she felt uneasy because he was another man and she wasn't used to being in other men's presence. The day finally came to an end, and it was time to leave. Nicholas and Luke didn't even want to wait back for a second. Their excuse being that the boss which was obviously Alessandro, had ordered that they bring her home

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   NINETY-ONE

    NINETY-ONE She took another deep breath, ignoring the faint noise of brushes in the background as she laid out her paints. Fortunately, the studio was in partitions, so everyone had their own personal space to work quietly and peacefully. “Do you always start without sketching?” Sofia asked from behind, sipping her coffee. “I usually don't like being caged,” Isabelle murmured, while squeezing appealing colours onto her palette. “I want the painting to decide where it goes.” Sofia gave a low hum sound that seemed like she understood. An hour and half later, she was almost finished up with her first painting of the day. Looking at the painting, she was sure it meant so much more than that calm sea with shadowed depths being lit by the figure at the center of it. Sofia moved closer towards her. She had been here the whole time. She was assigned to guide Isabelle on how the work was supposed to go. But it seemed like Isabelle already had a hang of what she was doing. Like really…re

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   NINETY

    NINETYIsabelle let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, but the weight of his last warning—always answer my calls, still lingered. She smiled as she stared at the white-walled studio that she was assigned to. Today was going so well, well except for Alessandro bringing his army with him, and dropping off two with her to watch her every move. And they hadn't left her side even for a second. They were hell bent on following her to every single corner she went to. She had to excuse herself to use the restroom to see if they'll follow her too.But, apparently, that was the only boundary she was going to get. She couldn't blame them even if she wanted to. It wasn't their fault. They were only following orders, and disobedience might likely mean their death. And they seemed nice. At least they weren't trying to be overly invasive.It would be a mean thing to disappear into thin air, because they were the ones to suffer for whatever shenanigan she decides to create.Lucien

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-NINE

    EIGHTY-NINEStill trying to come to terms with what he had just said, her heart flipped again and she froze.Because standing before her, smiling warmly, was Lucienne Feray. Lucienne was her artistic idol. She was the French-Italian art legend whose work Isabelle had studied since she was a teenager. It seemed like a dream to Isabelle as she stared at her. She gripped Alessandro’s hand for support, an acknowledgement to show that she wasn’t dreaming. And he tightened his hold on her—an assurance that she really wasn’t. Lucienne was elegance personified in her black jumpsuit with a silk scarf at her neck, blonde hair wrapped into a bun.“Mon dieu—(My God),” Lucienne exclaimed, her accent making the words sound much more foreign than it already was. “You must be Isabelle Conti…”“Moretti,” Alessandro corrected, his voice coming out harsh like the name Conti brought memories he didn't want back.“Oh, I'm sorry about that,” she apologised, her eyes locking with Alessandro’s before shiftin

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-EIGHT

    EIGHTY-EIGHTIsabelle’s heels clicked against the smooth cobblestones as she stepped out of the sleek black Maserati, letting one of Alessandro’s men close the door after her. Alessandro’s large frame emerged from the driver’s side, his black nicely tailored suit blending in with the dangerous aura he exuded. Marco stood behind them with another man she didn't recognize.“You don't need to do this,” Isabelle muttered, smoothing down her top and clutching her sketch portfolio. “I can walk into a building by myself.”He locked the car with a sharp beep. “It's not the building I'm worried about. It's what's inside,” he responded trying to be discreet as possible. If Alexei was actually targeting his wife then he needed to make sure her workspace was free from any danger even if it meant his men accompanying her each day to work. Isabelle stared at him for a brief moment wondering when he has ever worried about anything. “What's inside?” “Nothing you need to know,” he answered simply,

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   EIGHTY-SEVEN

    EIGHTY-SEVENThe moment she called out his name, it did something to him, he grabbed a handful of her ass, railing into her like an animal. His cock pulsed and throbbed as drove in and out of her wet pussy. She was almost there. He could feel it. She was dripping, coating his shaft in her sweet juices and making it possible for him to sink balls-deep into her tight-as-fuck cunt. And damn it, she felt so fucking good. Pure relief seeped into his bones, and with each thrust inside her, he was getting closer and closer to the edge that he had been wanting to embrace since he saw her in that outfit.“Oh, god, Alessandro.” she breathed out the words, her breath hot against him. Her pussy rippled around him, pulling him deeper and deeper. He didn't want to stop.“Your cunt, Isabelle…” He bit her ear softly as he drove into her harder and deeper. “Feels so good.”“Yes,” she moaned, still holding him for support, clinging to him. He slammed into her, his balls burning with the need for a rel

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