All Chapters of An Assassin's Love : His To Possess.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Matteo.Isabella.Her movements were sloppy, untrained. She threw herself between us, wielding a small dagger with shaking hands. Her attacks caught both me and the bastard off guard, but what the hell was she doing? The bastard hesitated, his eyes flickering to me, before smirking at her.Fuck!"Stay the hell away from him."Her voice was firm, but I could tell from her body language that she was scared.The fucker only smiled at her."Brave move sweetheart, I'll take you after killing him."Before he could launch an attack, a loud crash burst through the tension as Rocco and some of my men stormed in.I'll have a serious talk with them later, because where the hell were they? He took control, dragging the assailant to the ground and pinning him. The struggle was over before I could even process it. My breathing was heavy, my hands clenched into fists.I looked at Isabella. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, fear evident in her wide eyes. She had tried to help me. Despite knowi

Matteo. The moment I stepped into the shooting range, my blood turned to ice. Luca was standing behind Isabella, his hands on hers, guiding her grip on the gun. She was too close—closer than she had any right to be. And to make matters worse, Enzo was smirking like he was enjoying the damn show. Something dark and ugly coiled in my chest. Jealousy? No. It couldn’t be. I didn’t get jealous. Not over a woman. Not even over her. Yet, my fists clenched at my sides, and my vision blurred at the edges. She was mine. Whether she liked it or not, whether I liked it or not. And I sure as hell didn’t like seeing another man’s hands on what belonged to me. I didn't even know when I lashed out at her for letting Luca train her. My reason for saying lashing out was as ridiculous as me being jealous of the blond faced fucker. I'll have a chat with Enzo later for letting Luca near the training grounds. Isabella didn’t look intimidated. If anything, she looked annoyed. “What the hell

Isabella.We moved swiftly through the crowd. The men pursuing the boy had cornered him near the entrance, their faces dark with fury. One of them raised his hand, ready to strike.“Stop,” Matteo’s voice rang out, laced with authority.The men hesitated before turning to face him. Recognition dawned in their eyes, followed by fear. “Sir this boy is meant for the auction, somebody wants to buy him."“Not anymore,” Matteo said, stepping forward. “I want him."The men exchanged uneasy glances, weighing their options. "But sir, there was... No notification that he's yours."Matteo stepped closer to them, his eyes darkening."You have a problem with me taking him?"He quirked up a brow in question.No one dared to challenge him. They stepped aside, and the boy stumbled toward us, his face filled with confusion and hope.Matteo turned to me. “Let’s go.”I reached for the boy’s hand, offering him a small nod of reassurance. He flinched at first but then followed. We walked briskly to the ca

Valentino.I sat at the dimly lit table, my fingers tracing the rim of my whiskey glass. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of voices from the other end. Across from me sat Don Riccardo, a powerful figure who had long been an enemy of the Del Luca Empire. Our meeting was dangerous, but I had no hesitation. I had a plan, and nothing would stop me now.Riccardo leaned forward, his sharp eyes watching me closely. "You have guts coming here, Valentino. Your brother would kill you if he knew."I smirked. "Vincenzo won’t know. He’s too busy playing the noble king. That’s why he will fall."Riccardo studied me for a moment before nodding. "So, tell me. What exactly do you want?"I took a sip of my drink before answering. "I want to destroy him. Everything he has built, everything he cares about. I want it to burn."Riccardo laughed. "Ambitious. But Vincenzo is strong. His empire is vast.""That’s why I need an ally," I said smoothly. "You want revenge for what he did to your men.

Matteo. Isabella’s footsteps echoed in my mind even after the door slammed behind her. I sat still for a moment, staring at the door she had just walked out of. My fists clenched. I told myself to stop thinking about her. She’s nothing. Just a woman. Just... Shit! My emotions has been all over the place since that night, I can't get her out of my head, I can't get the image of her falling down out of my fucking head. I shook my head. I needed to clear my thoughts. Violence always helped. I grabbed my phone and called Rocco. “Meet me in the underground. Bring Alexander.” I walked down to the basement dungeon. The cold air hit me as I opened the steel door. The room smelled of blood, sweat, and fear. Three of Rossi’s men were chained to the wall. Their eyes widened when they saw me. Good. Rocco and Alexander arrived a few minutes later, both quiet, both tense. They knew what this room meant. Not looking at them. My eyes were on the men. “Start with the one on the left.”