All Chapters of The Mafia's Dark Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Are you okay?" Antonio asked again. He gently pushed her hair aside so he could see her face properly. The pain in Isabella's head lessened and she nodded. "I'm fine." She murmured. "I just got dazed for a moment." But she wasn't fine. The flashbacks left her feeling light headed and confused. She looked up at Antonio, wondering if he was connected to her dream in anyway. Oblivious of the thoughts going through her mind, Antonio rubbed her knee and straightened. "We will leave soon." He said, then turned back to Pedro. "Russo is testing me." He growled. "I have tried to ignore him, but it seems he's eager to see what I can do." "What are you going to do about him?" Pedro asked. Antonio didn't answer. He glared at Marco's dead body, and a thought suddenly occurred to him. "Send the body back to him." He said. "I'm through here." Gesturing to Isabella to follow him, he stepped out of the room and headed back to the living room. Beside him, Isabella was strangely quiet. H

It had been more than a few minutes since Mario took Isabella to the restroom, yet they hadn't returned. Antonio got up and was about to storm towards the restroom himself when a gruff voice called out his name. "Don Antonio de Marino." Antonio's face hardened when he heard the voice, and he scowled. What did that bastard want? He turned around and spotted his former rival, Luca Moretti, the Don of Viper Strike Underground. Luca was once the notorious mafia boss, but after a bloody feud broke out between viper strike underground and la vendetta oscura, he was overthrown. He was no match for Antonio, and since then, the two had remained rivals. Luca was dressed in a pristine white tux, his big stomach protruding out. "Don Luca Moretti." He muttered the name like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. "Fancy meeting you here." "Surprised to see me?" Luca asked, grinning wildly. He stopped before Antonio and stretched out his hand for a handshake. However, Antonio ignored him

A raging headache roused Isabella from sleep the next day. She winced, slowly opening her eyes. There was a sour taste in her mouth, and her eyes throbbed badly. Luckily, the windows were drawn, keeping the harsh sunlight away. She opened her eyes wider and looked round the room. Antonio was nowhere in sight. Sitting up, she leaned against the pillows and looked down at her body. She was wearing a black, lacy night dress which stopped at the middle of her thighs. The dress she wore the previous day was gone, and so were her bra and panties. The last thing she remembered was telling Antonio to take her home. The rest of whatever happened was a blur, and when she tried to remember, her head ached badly. Moaning from the pain, she pushed the covers away and got off the bed. It was past noon, which meant she had slept through the entire morning. Where was Antonio? Brushing her hands through her hair, she stepped into the bathroom. Her mouth tasted bland, mainly from the wine

The soft whimpers of a woman roused Isabella and she opened her eyes. She was back in that strange room, in the body of a four year old, hiding behind the couch. She peeked out, staring at the strange man pointing a gun at her father. Her father turned to her and she recoiled in horror. His eyes had been gouged out, leaving two gaping, bloody holes. He opened his mouth and blood streamed out, just as the sound of the gunshot echoed. With a terrified scream, Isabella jerked awake. Another night mare. She looked around the bedroom groggily, letting her eyes adjust to the dimness. Night had fallen, and she could hear the heavy patter of raindrops against the window, followed by the low liquid rumbling of thunder. The door opened and Antonio stepped in. The scowl on his face disappeared when he saw her awake. Behind him, a maid pushed in a trolley, holding a tray of food. "Set the tray on the table and leave." Antonio muttered. "Sì, signòre." The maid nodded. She quickly lowered t

It was exactly 5am the next morning when Antonio opened his eyes. He hadn't slept a wink all through the night. He turned to the side to see Isabella fast asleep, her chest slowly rising and falling. A strange gleam appeared in his eyes as he turned on the bed and rested his hand on her back. She slept with her lips parted, snoring softly. A small chuckle escaped him as he watched her. She was adorable. Even with her stubborn and rebellious nature, she was innocent, too innocent for his world. Too innocent for him. Her first shouldn't be someone like him, someone dark, brutal and cruel. Yet he wouldn't let her go. He wanted his fill of her. He wanted to destroy that innocence, turn her into something more like the women he bedded. Maybe then he would grow bored of her and let her go. He gently stroked her hair, wrapping the lush strands around his fingers. He stroked her cheek, down the bridge of her nose and finally her lips. For the first time in his thirty years, he felt