All Chapters of Isadora, The Mafia Queen: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Isadora"Ivan! Ivan!" I called out frantically, watching the life fade out of his face.Before I could do anything else, Viktor yanked me up, dragging me forcefully towards the exit where our cars were parked."No," I cried out, almost like a plea. "We can't leave him here Viktor!""We're not leaving him here Isadora. So pull yourself together before you get us all killed!" he shouted, as he kept on dragging me.I watched as Rafael carried Ivan over his shoulders, while the other men covered us, the sound of gunshots blasting heavily still."Move! Move! Move!" Viktor shouted to the driver as we entered the van. The driver, who already had the engine running, zoomed off speedily as soon as the doors shut."Ivan," I said as I rushed to his side, blood gushing out from the hole in his abdomen. I was shaking all over as I watched Rafael try to stop the flow of blood."He needs a doctor, as soon as possible." Rafael stated with a look to Viktor."I'm on it," he replied, bringing out his ph

Isadora"How long until he wakes up?" I asked for what felt like the hundredth time.It had been almost thirty-six hours since the incident. The room was silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. Ivan lay still on the hospital bed in the estate's medical wing, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that felt too slow for my liking. The bullet was out, the bleeding had stopped and the doctor said he had pulled through the worst of it- but he still hadn't woken up.Dr Garcia, the carter's doctor, sighed as he checked Ivan's vitals again."His body went through serious trauma, Señora. He lost a lot of blood. He needs rest. That's how healing works."I swallowed hard, hating that answer. "So what you're saying is, you don't know.He gave me a flat look, but didn't argue. "He's stable, and that's a good sign. Give it time."Time. Of course.I exhaled sharply as Doctor Garcia walked out, leaving me alone with the unconscious man infront of me. I sat beside his bed, taking hi

Isadora"Staring at him isn't going to wake him up any faster, you know." Viktor's voice cut in, disrupting my thoughts.I had arrived back at the estate that night with a heavy, frustrated heart. One, because of the conversation with Mariana, and the other because I had been subconsciously checking my phone every two minutes- waiting for a text or a call from Rafael, something, anything, to tell me that Ivan had woken up.All to no avail. I returned home, going straight to the room at the medical wing, to find him the same way I had left him- still.I turned to face Viktor, whose entrance I hadn't noticed till he spoke. He was standing at the door, as if waiting for an approval to come in.“I know,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, "and you don't have to stand there.""What do you say we step out instead? Get some fresh air at the balcony?"I hesitated, taking one last look at Ivan, before nodding. I exited the room, Viktor following closely behind me.The night air was i

Isadora"Are you being serious right now?" I asked, my voice dipped in frustration.He focused his gaze on our hands locked together."Can we not argue, at least just for now?" He pleaded, his eyes tired and weak.""Fine," I replied defeatedly, as I sat down on the bed, beside him. Caressing his hands, I looked into his eyes and said, "I missed you too, Ivan. I was scared I was going to lose you."Ivan held my gaze, his dark eyes heavy with exhaustion, but also something else—something raw.“You don't have to say it,” he murmured.I frowned. “Say what?”“That you were scared.” His voice was quiet, but there was an undeniable roughness beneath it, like him admitting it physically pained him.My fingers tightened around his. “Why not?”He let out a slow breath, shifting slightly on the bed. “Because it makes it real.”“It is real, Ivan,” I whispered, feeling my own walls cracking. “You almost died.”He smirked, but it was weak, barely there. “Yeah, but I didn’t.”"Let's be for real now,

IsadoraThe door had barely shut behind Diego before I turned to face Viktor and Rafael, arms crossed, jaw tight. The weight of everything was pressing down on me—Diego’s new intel, Ivan still recovering in the next room, the unanswered questions surrounding Cesar. But above all, the need for retribution burned in my chest like a slow, consuming fire.Viktor leaned against the wall, arms folded, expression unreadable. Rafael, on the other hand, exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face before speaking.“Well, that was interesting,” Rafael muttered, shooting me a look. “At least we know Cesar isn’t the one who set us up. That’s one less problem to worry about.”I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head. “One less problem? Rafael, we still don’t know who the hell was behind this, and we still have to find Cesar before someone else does.”“We will,” Viktor said, his voice level but firm. “Diego’s lead is solid. If Cesar’s hiding, he won’t stay hidden for long.”I sighed, pacing to the o