All Chapters of The Mafia's Dark Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The maybach pulled to a stop beside a large building inside Nevada State University. The university was extremely busy with students, lecturers, professors, non students, all walking to and fro, some seated in leisure benches, chatting. It was a typical scene of a bustling university filled with college students. When the car slowed to a stop, a number of the students turned and stared open mouthed at it. A lot of them had never seen such luxury in the school, the latest model at that, and a few walked closer, gawking at the car. Isabella stared back at them through the tinted glass. They couldn't see her, but she felt their piercing gazes. Nerves racked her spine as she examined most of the students who appeared bigger than her. She didn't want to draw any unwanted attention to herself. "Having second thoughts?" Antonio murmured beside her. She turned her face away and stared at her fingers. Then she looked at him. He was staring at her silently, his eyes intense, his handsome f

After the call ended, Isabella was waiting for her turn on the queue when the phone rang again. She answered with a smile but Antonio's furious voice greeted her. "Where are you?" He snapped. She frowned, confused for a moment. "Are you okay?" She asked worriedly. "Answer the fucking question, Isabella. Where are you?" "Why are you yelling?" She shot back at him. "I'm still at the school, waiting on the queue before it gets to my turn.""You're lying!" He snapped furiously. "I'm not." "If I find out you left the school Isabella...""I'm still at the school!" Isabella yelled, and a few students turned to look at her. "Why would you think I'm lying? What has gotten into you?"The call ended abruptly and she lowered the phone from her ear, still confused. "What's wrong?" Veronica asked in concern."Honestly, I don't know." She murmured. Why did Antonio think she wasn't at the school? Another hour went by and it finally got to her turn on the queue. She filled the necessary form

"No." Antonio whispered as he pressed his hand against the wound. "No no no, please, no."He lifted Isabella and rested her agaisnt his thighs. He held her face, pushing the wet strands of hair away, his fingers gently cupping her jaw. "Isabella, come on, open your eyes." He tapped her face lightly, his voice strangely thick with emotion. "Come on, amore, open your eyes." But she remained unconscious. As blood seeped out of her wound, she gradually turned pale. When Antonio realized what was happening, he didn't panic. He gently laid her on the ground and reached into his back pocket for his phone. That was when he realized his phone was down in the trench, and had probably been destroyed in the explosion. "FUCK! FUCKING HELL!" He roared, pounding his fists on the ground in anger. He had to find a way to get Isabella out. Each passing second was crucial and she kept losing blood. He looked towards the top of the bridge, where the silhouettes had pushed the truck down. He had to f

Antonio was deathly silent as he pressed down on the gas pedal, speeding through the highway. His grip on the wheel was so tight that his knuckles turned white. He changed lanes so fast that the tires screeched on the wet asphalt as the SUV swerved. He couldn't stop thinking about the phone call. Whoever it was, they made the mistake of angering him and threatening Isabella. He would get to the bottom of it, and unleash the rage within him. As for the accident that occurred, three suspects came to his mind. One was Pedro while the others were Sebastian and Bruno, the blonde bastard who tried to touch Isabella at the stripper's club. He ruled out Bruno because the latter wasn't important enough. Bruno wouldn't even dare to cross him. That left Pedro and Sebastian. Sebastian had been his main rival since he became the strongest mafia king. The bastard was always looking for a way to wage an attack on him. And as for Pedro, he didn't trust him again since that incident where he chopp

The next morning, Isabella woke up to see Antonio standing beside her. She looked around in surprise, wondering how she appeared in the bedroom. She sat up, her entire side feeling stiff and sore. She was still in her nightie. "Good morning." She murmured, rubbing her eyes. "Good morning, amore." Antonio smiled. He leaned down and his lips found hers in a hot, smouldering kiss. When he pulled back, she clamped her hand over her mouth and drew back. "What's wrong?" He asked, amused. "I haven't washed my mouth." Her voice came out muffled behind her hand. Antonio chuckled and moved away from the bed. His hair lay in damp waves from his recent shower, and he had changed into dark slacks and a grey t-shirt. "You don't have morning breath." He said over his shoulder as he walked towards the bar in the corner of the room.Isabella lowered her hand. She breathed on her palm and sniffed it, her nose wrinkling in distaste. She looked up at Antonio who looked so irresistible in casual cl