บททั้งหมดของ The Mafia's Dark Obsession: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

After the casino explosion, Leonardo didn't show his face for a long while. He stayed hidden, plotting, building an empire to take down Antonio. Also, the mysterious caller stopped the threat calls. Antonio still believed it was Leonardo, but deep down, there was a gnawing feeling within him. What if there was another psycho out there who had a vendetta against him? For several months, nothing bad happened. Isabella and Antonio grew closer with each passing day. Kisses were exchanged before he dropped her at school, and the nights were filled with passionate love making. One morning, Antonio dropped her off at school and pulled her close immediately. "Antonio." She laughed, pleased with how possessive he was. He didn't respond. Instead he kissed her. His fingers dug into her hair, his other hand holding her face and angling her head as he deepened the kiss. The swirl of his tongue reminded her of the previous night, where he hooked her thighs around his shoulders and devoured h

"Teresa what the hell?!" Antonio yelled. He yanked Isabella's shirt down and gently pushed her off him. "I'm sorry." Teresa laughed. "I didn't know you were trying to hump your girlfriend.""Get out." Antonio snapped. Her smile disappeared and her face crumpled. "I'm sorry, Antonio." She repeated, this time quieter. "I just wanted to see Isabella. I didn't mean to intrude."She covered her face and started to sob. Isabella couldn't believe her eyes. She could bet her life that Teresa wasn't crying. She was trying to manipulate Antonio, make him feel bad for yelling at her. And Antonio wouldn't fall for it. She was sure of it. But to her surprise, he got up and walked towards her. Then he pulled her into his arms and tried to pacify her. "That's enough, Resa. Stop crying." He leaned down and kissed her hair. "You shouldn't just barge into my room that way. We're not kids anymore.""I'm sorry. It won't happen again." Teresa nodded and sniffed. Isabella fought the urge to roll h

A soft knock on the door interrupted his train of thoughts. He shut the drawer where he kept the engagement ring and composed his expression. The door opened and Isabella peeked in. She hesitated for a moment before stepping in. "Are you busy?" She asked. "I'm never too busy for you, amore." He raised a hand and beckoned to her. "Vieni qui."She smiled and shut the door, then walked round the desk and settled on his lap, straddling him. "Did you send the file to Marcello?" She asked. "Mhm." Antonio hummed. His gripped her waist gently and pulled her against him. His lips found her shoulder, dropping light kisses to the base of her throat and up the side of her neck. "Dolcezza mia." He whispered, burying his nose in the curve of her neck and breathing in her scent. "It feels so good to have you back here."Isabella shut her eyes as his touch set her ablaze. Her lips parted in a silent moan, her hands lazily crawling into his hair. She missed this. She missed him. But before the

The mansion was silent as Teresa walked up the stairs. She had high hopes for the night. Maybe she and Antonio would finally share a kiss. It was why she wore that revealing night dress. If all went well, she would seduce him and maybe, just maybe, they would have steamy sex that night. The thought of it made her giddy and she shivered with excitement. She was at the top of the stairs when a sound made her pause suddenly. The door to Antonio's study opened and she heard him step out. He was talking quietly, like he didn't want to be heard. Then she heard Isabella's voice. She was laughing. She whispered something to Antonio and he laughed too. A deep scowl twisted her face at the sound.She hurried to the hallway and peeked out. Her mouth dropped open in shock when she spotted Antonio walking towards his bedroom. Isabella was with him, and their intimate position shot jealousy through her. Antonio was shirtless, his muscular back slicked with sweat. His hair was damp too, glea

Teresa stood on the edge of the roof, staring at the ground far below the mansion. The flat copper roof gleamed dully in the moonlight, and she swayed, her toes pressed firmly to keep her balance. She held a bottle of vodka, already half empty. Voices sounded and she looked down again, watching as the bodyguards gathered below her. Bloody fools, she thought. They wouldn't stop her if she wanted to jump. She lifted the bottle and took a long drink, feeling the liquid burn a path down her throat. Her eyes were completely bloodshot, filled with a strange madness. Her nose was runny, and she wiped it repeatedly with the edge of her sleeve. Suddenly the door leading to the roof burst open and she turned around, swaying dangerously. Antonio rushed in, his eyes searching the roof until he found her. His shirt was unbuttoned, like he had hurriedly put it on. Behind him was Isabella. She was wearing his robe. Teresa laughed humourlessly and shook her head. "What is she doing here?" She