All Chapters of The Mafia's Dark Obsession: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"ANTONIO!" Isabella screamed as he fell down the stairs. She started to run towards him but Marcello held her back. "Let me go!" She cried, struggling with him. She bit his arm hard and when he pulled away with a painful howl, she rushed up the stairs. Antonio lay on his side, groaning from the pain of the gunshot wound. Blood soaked his shirt, spilling down his back to the stairs.Beside him, Mario lay totally still, the gun still nestled in his hand. He was unconscious, and he was losing too much blood. But that wasn't what made him worried. He lifted his head as Isabella rushed up the stairs towards him. She collapsed beside him and pulled his head onto her laps. "Oh Antonio." She cried softly. "This is all my fault. I never should have left.""Mi amore." He groaned weakly, worried for her. "You have to get out of here...""No! I'm not leaving you again." She shook her head. "I didn't mean what I said. When I said I didn't love you, I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it.

Isabella was finally able to hold her babies a month after they were born. Emilio explained that they had to remain in the NICU for an additional month, before they would be discharged. Isabella was fully recovered, and was ready to be discharged. But she decided to stay in the hospital so she could be close to her babies. The first time the nurse placed them in her arms, she cried. Happy tears spilled down her eyes as they nestled into her arms, fast asleep. Antonio sat beside her, watching with eyes filled with love. It was a precious moment, and he couldn't resist leaning close and placing a kiss on her lips. He looked much better, and he no longer had to wear the hospital gown he despised so much. Now he was in casual clothing, a black t-shirt and grey slacks. "They're so perfect." She whispered. "I feel scared just holding them." Antonio chuckled softly. He stroked the baby boy's cheek softly, then the girl's hair, his heart overflowing with love. "You still have to

In the middle of the night, after Isabella fed her babies, she crawled into bed beside Antonio. He had stayed awake with her for hours, holding Adriana while she breastfed Romeo. Then rocking Romeo to sleep while she breastfed Adriana. Now that both babies were asleep, she felt exhausted. "Are your okay, my love?" Antonio asked, pulling her against him. He kissed her cheek, her lips, her neck, rubbing her back in soothing circles. "Just tired." She mumbled. "You should sleep. You need rest.""I know, but I don't feel sleepy." She nuzzled into the warmth of his body and sighed. As the room turned silent, she heard something. Muffled moans came from the room next to hers, the room Mario and Esmee had taken. She raised her head slightly, straining her ears to listen harder. The sound came again, a soft insistent moaning followed by a deep groan. She looked at Antonio, only to find him grinning at her. "Is that...?" She paused, laughing softly. "Is that what I think it is?""It

The sound of water dripping softly roused Isabella awake. She opened her eyes, wincing from the sharp pain that tore through her head. Her vision was blurry, and a persistent ringing made her head ache. She moaned softly, shutting her eyes for a moment. Where was she? Something wet spilled down the side of her face, and she lifted her hand to wipe it off. However, she realized she couldn't move. Her hands were restrained. She opened her eyes again, and her vision wavered for a moment before becoming clear. She took in her surrounding, frowning with confusion. This wasn't the apartment. She had been transported to another place while she was unconscious. She was locked in a dim room, with several water pipes around her, fastened to the wall. She looked down and realized her hands were bound before her. She lay sprawled on the floor, on her side. She suddenly recalled how she got there, and her eyes widened in fright. Her babies! She sat up abruptly, and a wave of nausea hit he

A LITTLE OF THE PAST~~~~~~~~~~The day Antonio killed Salvatore, it rained heavily. The wind howled violently and the storm crashed against the mansion. He stood in the middle of his room, body rigid, hands curled into tight fists. He was sweaty, and his knuckles were bruised and bloody from pounding on the wall in rage. A memory replayed in his mind, over and over again, like a recurring nightmare. He saw his father, Salvatore, standing over Karina's body. He held a knife, the blade dripping with blood. More blood pooled beneath Karina's body, spreading out in a wide circle. Her head turned to the side and she looked straight at him. Slowly, life faded from her eyes. Salvatore looked at him, and that same sick grin appeared on his face as he leaned down and plunged the knife into Karina's chest one last time. It had been a week since Salvatore killed his mother, yet he couldn't get the scene out of his mind. Salvatore had gone out of control, drunk and mindless, and the firs