Semua Bab The Betrayal: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Don Emilio was seated at his mighty, stately desk, the representative of his control and domination. Vincent stood before him, his eyes fixed on his grandfather's eyes as a feeling of expectation loitered in the air.Don Emilio’s expression was unable to be deciphered while his eyes bored as he talked. “You should worry about your son instead of worrying about that woman,” he said, and his voice was firm and detached.Vincent's eyes did not flinch; his jaw was squared in determination. “That woman is my wife, Grandfather,” he said, his voice level.Don Emilio’s face remained the same, with cold and calculating green eyes. He got up, and his movements were sluggish and considered, and he walked over to the large window of glass that commanded one of the walls of his study.While puffing on his cigar, smoke rose in the air, and his Spanish accent had a menacing tone to it. ”I don’t give a damn what you do to that woman, or what you call her.” He said it in the most contemptuous voice.

It was Don Emilio Mendoza’s birthday, and because of the grandiose nature of the event, the underworld had been gathered in the opulent halls of the Mendoza mansion. The air was thick with the smell of costly colognes, soft sounds of champagne glasses, and muffled talks of concealed purposes and concealed dangers. However, amid this glitz and glamour, a shadow hung.Vincent Moreno, the present power in the Mafia, His heart was too heavy knowing that upstairs, Isabella, the love of his life, was lying in an unconscious state. She had been shot two weeks ago, and a bad prognosis had been given by the doctors. Duty, however, cried, and the crown of a king was a heavy load to carry.Vincent Moreno took the grand staircase down, and his footsteps reverberated on the luxurious corridor of his Marbella mansion.The air carried the smell of fine cigars and good perfumes as he walked among the crowd of guests. Politicians with greased-down hair and pinstriped suits whispered furtively, casting

Vincent placed Isabella on the bed as she struggled a lot to get out of his grip. “Stop moving, Isabella," he said with the voice firm but with concern, warning her. “You're bleeding, and what you are doing is making it worse”.But Isabella didn't listen. She wriggled and twisted even more with her eyes shooting anger and desperation. Feeling that she had no choice but to do that, Vincent took up his tie and tied her hands to the bedpost in a great hurry. “I say stop moving, or I will tie your legs too,” he said in his low even voice.Isabella’s eyes were roaring with rage and she started to cry as she glared at Vincent. She pulled against the restraints, which held tight, and she had to reconcile herself to her lot. Not a moment did the eyes of Vincent leave hers as he indicates to the nurse who was beside her bed.The nurse stepped up silently as can be, and came heavily laden with a tray of Bandages and medicine. Vincent continued to stare at Isabella’s face while giving an order.

Dolores’s utterance chilled the spine of Isabella. “This is not easy to understand, Isabella,” she said in low and serious words. "This is the Mafia world. After you are touched with it, there is no way-out. You are submerged into it until your last breathe, whether you like it or not, you become a part of it”.Isabella experienced a chill down her spine when reality of the situation struck her. She never ever imagined the Mafia to be something close to home, something that would affect her. However, now she was staring at it in the face, and it was choking her.Her eyes bored into her soul so that Isabella could feel that the fear and uncertainty had the features of Isabella's face. ”You can’t run away from it Isabella,” she said, her voice firm but soft. “When you’re in, you’re in for life”.The Mafia is more than a just one place, Isabella. It has been in existence for a long time. There are individuals who are greedy for power and money and they do not mind who they damage in the

Isabella seemed unsure as she brought up her question, "Can I ask you something?"Vincent's low voice replied, "Yes."She began to cry as she explained, "I want to make sure he is buried like he should be..." Can you bring his...body?" Her words got shaky from feeling so emotional, and a sob came over her like a wave.Vincent nodded his expression somber. Reaching for his phone, he called someone and said calmly, “Transport Luca’s body to my estate. I hope the procedure will be carried out with respect."Once the call ended, he looked at Isabella and said, "Everything is taken care of."The look in Isabella’s eyes revealed how grateful she was as she looked at Vincent. She nodded.With a soft closing of the door, Vincent left the room. Emilio, was in the hallway, clearly looking worried."What's going on, Vincent? Where's your son?"Vincent's expression was tight-lipped. "I don't know yet, Grandfather. Still, my team is working hard on it.”Emilio's eyes narrowed. "We're running out o