All Chapters of The Mafia's Priced Possession: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

•ANTONIO• “That stupid old man fooled me,” I muttered, pacing across my office while the last burn of whiskey slid down my throat. The empty bottle dangled from my fingers before I set it down harder than necessary. “We have to do something, August. I can’t let him and that excuse of a son keep my wife from me.” August didn’t answer immediately. He poured another glass and handed it to me before taking one for himself. His calm irritated me more than Rob’s cameras had. “What happened when you went to his place?” he asked. I let out a humorless laugh. “He had cameras in his house and he made sure I knew it too. The old bastard sat there acting harmless while reminding me that one wrong move would ruin me.” My jaw tightened. “He knows where Tom is. He knows where Isabella is. And he thinks I won’t touch him because of a few recordings.” August leaned back slightly. “If he’s prepared enough to install cameras, he’s prepared for more than that.” I stopped pacing and stared at him.

•TOM• I stood beside the bed, adjusting the cuffs of my shirt as I watched Bella slowly turn beneath the sheets, her eyelids fluttering open. I forced myself to remain calm and composed as if nothing irreversible had just happened between us. I understood very well that what I had done could destroy everything, because she hadn't agreed to be with me. I had taken away her choice the moment I slipped something into her drink, but at that time I had convinced myself that rejection was something I could not tolerate. For months I had imagined her beside me, imagined her belonging to me in every possible way. When I realized she might walk away without ever giving me what I wanted, desperation took control of my judgment and led me to make a decision that I knew couldn't be undone. Yet now that it was over and reality had settled in, I chose to silence the small voice warning me of consequences. I buttoned the last button of my shirt and looked at her before leaving the room, te

•ANTONIO• “I have a new lead on the Conti brothers,” August reported as he sat in the chair across from my desk. I let out a frustrated groan and leaned back in my chair before looking at him. “I want you to find Tom. I don't care about the Conti brothers,” I snapped, slamming both hands against the desk. My patience had been worn thin, and every passing day without Isabella felt like another layer of restraint tightening around my chest. The anger had been building for weeks, and it didn't help that August seemed to divide his focus between this and other matters. Three weeks had gone by since Isabella was taken, and those weeks had stretched endlessly in my mind, each hour dragging like a year. I was losing sleep, losing focus, and losing control over my thoughts because everything circled back to the same question. Where was she? August folded his hands together and exhaled slowly. “I understand what you want, but we are working on it. They both disappeared without leavi

•ANTONIO• “Where are they, Andrea? Are you sure that I will be able to find her and bring her home?” He nodded, but there was tension in his face that told me he understood the risk he had taken by coming to see me. “Yes, but only if you get there on time. Tom has people watching me. I am almost certain they have already told him that I came here because I was supposed to be moved to another place after collecting my things from my house. You need to hurry before he changes locations again.” “Are you sure they have been following you?” “Tom is not careless,” Andrea replied. “He would never release me and assume I would stay quiet without keeping an eye on me. I made a deal with him that I would keep silent about where they were if I ever wanted to see my daughter again.” “Thank you, Andrea. I was starting to believe I would never find her. I will arrange my trip to Brazil immediately.” I turned toward my office, already thinking of the calls I needed to make and the men I would

•ANTONIO• “I think we’ve found them. I know someone who provided me with inside information and confirmed that they left for Canada late last night,” August informed me over the phone after booking in at a guesthouse in Mendoza for the evening. “They’re in Canada? Where exactly? I need specifics, August, because it will take me an entire year to search through every province,” I said with a tired sigh as I unlocked my hotel room and stepped inside. The men who were with me had booked double rooms so that they could share, and all eight of us were exhausted after days of searching without rest. We had been chasing shadows across cities and borders, following weak leads that never amounted to anything. Now that August finally had something solid, I felt a small spark of hope, but I forced myself not to get carried away. The disappointment of false hope had been weighing on me all week, and I was dangerously close to giving up entirely. “I’ll call the guy again and confirm every