Lahat ng Kabanata ng Isadora, The Mafia Queen: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

The club was louder than usual. Maybe it was the way the music hit harder, or maybe it was me— tense, hyper aware of everything after the chaos of the past few days.Ivan waking up should've felt like relief, and it did. But it also meant that we were far from done. There were enemies still breathing and I planned to fix that.But tonight, wasn't about blooshed. Not yet. I wasn’t here to dance either. Tonight, I was here for myself. For damage control.For her.I stepped into the back office, nodding at one the men as he closed the door behind me. The paperwork was already on the desk, supply invoices, documents, all the bullshit no one ever wanted to do but that kept the empire running. I skimmed through the documents, signing off where needed, circling names that needed to followed up.But the whole time, my eyes kept drifting to the clock. Waiting for her shift to end.Mariana.The last time we spoke, I pushed her away like she was nothing more than a loose thread. She had shown u

I was finishing the last sip of my drink when Rafael and Viktor walked in. Both looked a little too calm, but there was something else in their eyes, something I didn’t like.“Isadora,” Rafael’s voice was low, like he was trying to measure his words.I put my glass down, suddenly feeling the weight of the situation in my gut. “What’s going on?”Viktor spoke up first. “We’ve got word from Cesar.”I narrowed my eyes. “Cesar?”Rafael took a step forward, the tension between us thickening. “He wants to surrender.”I blinked, trying to process what I was hearing. “What the hell are you talking about? Cesar wants to surrender? After everything?”Viktor’s jaw tightened, and he met my gaze. “That’s what he’s saying. He’s offering us information in exchange for his life.”“And why the sudden change of heart?” I scoffed, pushing my chair back. “He’s not exactly the type to beg.”Rafael exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “His life is at risk. Right now, he must realise he's much safer wit

IsadoraThere was no hesitation, no patience. Just raw, pent-up hunger. The kind we’d both been burying for far too long.I grabbed his face and kissed him back like I’d been starving. Because I had. Because I hated how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. His hands moved over my body with the kind of desperation that made it clear he’d been holding back just as much. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him slowly, careful of his injury even as my mouth devoured his.“You should be resting,” I murmured against his lips, breathless.“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” he muttered “Right now I want you.”“You’re hurt—”“So?"I leaned back, eyeing him. “You sure you can handle me?”“I’ve handled worse.”I laughed and tugged my shirt off, dropping it to the floor. “You talk too much.”“You like it."He reached behind my back, unclasping my bra with one hand like he’d done it a hundred times. The way his eyes darkened when I tossed it aside made my chest tighten.“Fuck,” he muttered, then lean

I didn’t know what this was, what we were doing, but right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted more.“Round three?” I whispered, nipping at his earlobe.Ivan groaned, already hardening beneath me. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”His eyes were locked on mine, dark and intense, like he was seeing straight through me.“You’re insatiable,” I said, straddling his thighs, my hands resting on his chest.“Says you.” His hands slid up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. “You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me.”I smirked and leaned down to kiss him. “You’re not complaining.”“Never.” He deepened the kiss, and I felt that familiar pull, like my body was already craving him again. But this time, it was time for something different. I pulled back, breathless, and slid off the bed.“Get up.”He raised an eyebrow, propping himself on his elbows. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.”I grabbed his hand, tugging him to his feet. He winced slightly, his injury reminding us

Come in.”I'd been sitting in my office, scanning through papers as I waited, my thoughts scattered, when a knock came at the door.Viktor stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “He’s here.”"Where is he?""The interrogation room. Rafael and Ivan are already there."I nodded without saying a word and left, Viktor falling in step beside me as we walked down the hallway. The door to the room was open when we got there. Rafael stood inside with his arms crossed. Ivan sat at the table, silent. He was only here because he insisted.Cesar was seated in the steel chair in the center of the room, wrists bound but otherwise untouched. He’d come willingly— his expression unreadable.He looked up as I entered. “Isadora."I didn’t respond.Ivan’s voice cut through the room. “Start talking.”Cesar leaned back a little. “I came here, didn’t I?”“You came because you were out of moves,” Rafael said flatly.Cesar tilted his head. “Or maybe I came to give you something.”I stepped forward slowl