Semua Bab Isadora, The Mafia Queen: Bab 81 - Bab 85

Isadora "Uhh," I stuttered, taken unexpectedly. What the hell, Viktor.Ivan’s brows drew together. “It’s your birthday?”I cleared my throat, grabbing my coffee like it could hide me. “Yeah. I mean… technically.”“Technically?” Rafael repeated, a grin already forming.“I didn’t think it was a big deal.”"Wow," Ivan exclaimed, his eyes looking like he had been betrayed."It's really not a big deal, Ivan." I urged, trying to control the situation.Ivan turned toward me. "So you told Viktor but not me?”I blinked. “I didn’t tell Viktor.”Viktor shrugged, not looking even a little guilty. “You didn’t have to.”My eyes narrowed. “Wait— how did you even know?”He leaned back in his chair. “I listen when people talk. You mentioned it once, months ago.”Ivan frowned deeper. “Months ago?”Viktor nodded. “Yeah. During one of our 'personal' conversations. Said something about never really being celebrated on your birthdays so far and that you got used to not even mentioning it anymore. It stuck

IsadoraBy the time we got back, the sun had gone down and the house was bustling with activities.I kicked off my heels and dropped the shopping bags on my bed, staring at them for a second.Mariana was wrong. I hated birthdays.An hour later, I pulled my robe tighter and moved toward the mirror, touching up my already styled hair.I was debating red lipstick, because apparently a stranger knew what was best for me, when the knock came.Soft. Hesitant. I opened the door halfway.Ivan stood there, leaning on the frame like he had nowhere better to be. His eyes landed on me. “Hey.”“Hey,” I said back, pulling the door open fully. “I wasn't expecting you.”“I know,” he said. “Figured I wouldn't have any other time besides now.”I stepped aside. “Come in.”He walked in slowly, glancing around. “Where’s Mariana?”“Downstairs. Talking Rafael’s ears off, probably.”“Poor guy.”I smiled faintly. “What’s up?”He turned to face me. “I just wanted a moment. Before everything starts.”I leaned a

Isadora“Back! Everyone back!”“Get her out of here—move!”There were screams. Glasses Shattered. Chairs scraping. Chaos.Ivan yanked me back. “Don’t look at it, Isadora—hey, look at me! look at me!”My eyes were locked on the cake. Or what was left of it. Diego’s head. His eyes open, the candle still flickering in his mouth like some sick joke.“Go! Now!” Rafael shouted, pushing through guests.“What the hell is going on?!” Viktor growled, grabbing my arm as Ivan pulled the other.“Clear the damn room!” Rafael barked. “Weapons out—secure the exits!”Guests were fleeing in all directions. Some screamed. Others cried.“Keep her between us,” Ivan said, his voice sharp. “No one gets close.”My heels scraped against the tiles as they dragged me. I felt nothing yet heard everything.“Isadora, come on, we have to go!” Viktor said, shaking me lightly. “Snap out of it!”We turned a corner. Mariana appeared, pale. “What the hell was that?!”“Stay with Rafael!” Ivan shouted.“No! I’m not leavin