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ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

Author: Betty__Kris
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-08 17:47:04

ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETEEN

Isabelle stared at her phone for the umpteenth time.

No messages. Not one single text.

It's been a week since she gave her response to the unknown number, but she never got any reply. No hints on where they would be meeting or who it could be. Nothing.

And it made her wonder if it was just someone trying to play a massive prank on her. She needed to leave…to change her identity…to forget all about him because this place was suffocating.

“Every single one of our party hangouts ends with you leaving me at the club and disappearing to nowhere,” Sophia said, interupting her thoughts while chuckling softly. “Sometimes it feels like this is a story between you and your don of a husband and am just the side character,” she teased.

“I didn't mean to. I totally forgot. Remind me to give you an apology gift later,” Isabelle responded, dropping her paint brush down.

“That's more like it.”

They both laughed.

“Where's your bodyguard number 2? I can only recognize one…the
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    ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVEWhen she squeezed her eyes against the pain, she realized that she had been kidnapped.There was no better way to explain being blindfolded, her mouth sealed with mouth tape, her legs and hands tied up with her being hauled inside the back of a huge truck. She knew she had been kidnapped because she could hear the mockery in their voices—how they called Alessandro’s men weak.Something pierced in her heart on remembering him. She should have listened…shouldn't have made Nicholas take her out for a burger…she should have just let him get someone to buy it for her.But, she had insisted.And this is where insisting had brought her. So many questions ran through her head.How was Nicholas? Was he dead? Alive? In what condition?How were the other men?They must hate her now.Who were these men who took her and what did they want from her?She tried to scream over the the restraining material but she couldn't. She was too weak to do so. Whatever they had inject

  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR

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  • The Mafia's Willing Prey   ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE

    ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE “It's today. The day I've been anticipating. I'm not going to let anyone ruin today for me. The past is in the past,” Isabelle admonished herself, wiping the tear that fell as she stood in front of the mirror. “It was either me or him,” she added, remembering the Marcello incident. “I didn't kill him intentionally. It was in self defense,” she murmured, taking her hand to her chest. “It's not going to happen again. Alessandro will always be there. He will be there. I won't have to kill anyone anymore,” she added, holding herself from bursting into more tears. [Bad, bad men, Isabelle darling. They're everywhere. It would always be you against them. All these I do…all these I do for your own good, I do to protect you. They'll come for you if they knew you were my daughter,” her papá advised. “Never show yourself outside this walls. You never know the beast outside…waiting for you.”] Papá was right. There were more bad men outside than she could count. He

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    ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWOTwo days later…~MOSCOW, RUSSIA“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Alexei cursed out angrily, his fists slamming against the desk.“You mind telling me what your problem is?” Riccardo asked.“Fuck! What a damn fool!”“What's your problem, Alexei? Are you going to keep ranting all day or will you spill what went wrong?”“The guy I hired. The one who is supposed to fucking monitor her movements…he's dead. Shit! I almost…I almost had her. I knew I should have killed the fucking fool when he started showing interest in her.”“Okay. That definitely calls for a change in plans. Are you going to back off now? Or are you still going with this relentless chasing?” Riccardo questioned, his gaze following Alexei’s pacing movement.“I'm not backing off. If he's dead, then good riddance. I mean he was going to die sometime anyway. They just made my work a lil complicated, but that's fine. I might just have to go with plan number two and that's definitely going to work. I'm sure of it,”

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    ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE“You called us, boss!” Nicholas announced as they stood in Alessandro’s office.Alessandro tapped his cigarette on the silver ash tray beside him, looking at them like they’ve both gone mad. “Called you? Why the fuck would I call you?”Lev shifted where he stood. “You called us boss. You said you needed us for something important and we had only five minutes to get here, that's why we're here.”“Nicholas, what is he saying?” Alessandro questioned, sitting upright.“He's right boss. You… Wait a minute. You weren't the one behind the call? But…but it sounded just like you.”“What the fuck are you both talking about? And where's my wife? Where's Isabelle?” Alessandro asked, rising from the chair seething with rage.“She…she's not with us. We left her as soon as you called,” Lev explained, stepping back.“Called? I didn’t fucking call you both. I didn’t…wait, if you both are here, it means…it means, you left my wife…the one your sole responsibility is to protect

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