บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Dark Obsession: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The moment blood soaked through Isabella's white blouse, the murderous haze surrounding Antonio's mind faded. His eyes cleared and focused on her, and that was when he saw the jagged piece of glass stuck in her chest, dangerously close to her heart. "No." He whispered, reaching out to hold her as she staggered back. Beside him, Mario stared in horror at her face, then at his hand covered in her blood. He shook his head, backing away. What had he done? Isabella felt pain shoot up her entire body. Her knees buckled and she fell backwards, but Antonio caught her. Her vision blurred, and she could faintly hear him calling out her name. She looked up at him, tears spilling down her eyes. "Antonio..." She whispered breathlessly. "I'm right here, my love." Antonio's voice shook with emotion. "I'm right here. Keep your eyes on me, okay? Keep your eyes on me..."He lifted her and hurried towards the door, yelling at Marcello to get the car. As her vision dimmed, everything seemed to hap

"I just had to see you one last time before I go."Fear seized Isabella when she heard Mario. What was he talking about? "Before you go?" She whispered, brows pulling into a frown. "What do you mean?Where are going?"Mario opened his mouth to answer, but the words caught. He looked away for a moment, hiding the tears that glistened in his eyes. Isabella felt her fear increase. She reached out and touched his face. When he looked back, the torture in his eyes was so much that it immediately made her cry. "What's going on, Mario?" She asked softly. "Are you... are you dying? Is Antonio going to kill you?""No." Mario shook his head quickly, then smiled reassuringly. "No, sweetheart. Antonio is not killing me. While you were unconscious, we had a long talk, and we decided to put everything behind us."Isabella was relieved to hear that, but she still didn't understand why Mario said he was leaving. "Then where are you going?" She asked. "I'm leaving Las Vegas." He broke the news. "A

A month later, Isabella was discharged from the hospital. She sat in the reception lobby waiting for Antonio, surrounded by few of his bodyguards. They all looked strange and unfamiliar, and she didn't try to make small talk with them. She didn't want to. None of them would ever replace Mario. Antonio arrived around noon to pick her up. He braked to a stop, easing the red sports car into the private parking lot and stepped out. The wind ruffled his hair as he walked towards the lobby, hands thrust into his pockets. He was clean-shaven, and the wild look in his eyes was gone. He no longer looked vulnerable and helpless. It seemed he had pulled back every drop of emotion and locked them in a dark place in his heart. Now he was back to being formal, cold, unreachable, the ruthless mafia devil everyone knew. The moment he stepped into the hospital lobby, the air changed. Everyone felt his presence, even without a word from him. The chill emanating from his gaze was enough to instil

The Range Rover pulled into the parking lot inside the school and stopped. Isabella grabbed her bag and was about to step down when she noticed everyone staring at the car. "Why's everyone looking?" She asked Marcello, turning to face him. Marcello had an embarrassed look on his face as he turned around. "I think it's the bow." He answered. "The what?""The gift bow." He repeated, pointing towards the roof of the car. "The big gift bow.""Oh." Isabella realized and she groaned in embarrassment. She couldn't imagine how they must have looked, driving on the highway with a massive bow wrapped on top the Range Rover Sport. "This is just great." She muttered, sarcasm edging her voice. "First day of school and I'm already drawing all the attention to myself."Marcello chuckled. "I could take it off if you want."Isabella opened her eyes and stared at him. He had the kind of face that was neither good looking nor ugly, unlike Mario who had been very good looking. Marcello was just...

Isabella felt her heart skip a beat the moment Antonio's lips merged with hers. She let out a soft moan, her arms snaking round his neck, pulling him tighter. Her fingers crept into his hair, tangling in the soft curls. He lifted her, wrapping her legs around him, and kicked the door to the bedroom open. When he tried to lower her on the bed, she clung tightly to him. "Don't leave me." She whispered. "I'm not leaving you, my love." He rasped, his voice thick with desire. "I'm here. Just let me..."He broke off when she leaned up and kissed him again. His hands trailed down her body, past the curve of her waist and hips. He squeezed her ass and she arched into him, curving her spine and grinding against him."Fuck! Amore, wait a second." He gasped, breaking off the kiss. "I don't want to wait." She shook her head. "I've missed you so much.""I've missed you too. But let's take this slow. Your stitches..""I don't care about it." She pulled him close, her lips brushing his ear. "I