Semua Bab The Mafia's Willing Prey: Bab 91 - Bab 100

NINETY-TWOShe spent the rest of the day getting acquainted with everyone—everyone, with the exemption of those who felt intimidated by her. She made a mental note to herself not to get bothered by them. She was here for herself and herself only. When she told Sofia about the director, her only response was that she should discard whatever uncomfortable feeling she had. “The man is exactly like that. He behaves like a creep. You know, acts intense and all that, but I don't think he's any trouble. So forget about him.” Sofia had suggested. And just as quick as those words flew out of her mouth, that was how quick she was in deciding not to let their meeting matter. Maybe she felt uneasy because he was another man and she wasn't used to being in other men's presence. The day finally came to an end, and it was time to leave. Nicholas and Luke didn't even want to wait back for a second. Their excuse being that the boss which was obviously Alessandro, had ordered that they bring her home

NINETY-FOURThe music was so loud the she could feel every beat. They weren't even inside yet, and she imagined just how loud it'll be when they got in.She clutched her bag in one hand tightly, biting her lower lip nervously. Because she was feeling nervous, free, scared and so many other things all together. Sofia flirted with one of the bouncers a bit just so he could let them into the party. But his eyes raked between them both, lingering far too long on Isabelle's fishnet tights. And with the look in his eyes, she knew exactly what he was thinking.The man wanted to have them both.Well, that was never happening. Her body irked at the thought of those hands touching her. Disgusting!“You sure you don't want a ride home after the party?” he asked for the umpteenth time.“No, but thank you darling,” Sofia responded, trying to mask off how irritated she was feeling. “We have our own ride.”He nodded slowly as if finding it hard to believe them, but he stepped aside allowing them bot

NINETY-SIXThe whiskey burned as it slid down his throat, but one bottle wasn't enough. He needed more. He needed more to calm down what felt like a raging storm in his chest.He should feel satisfaction. He should rile in the satisfying feeling of teaching her what it means to fucking obey orders. But why was he feeling something so much different? something that felt like her cries were cutting deep into the insides of his heart. Why couldn't he just lay back and enjoy the cold feeling of revenge?Why the fuck did he care?And with sudden additional rage, Alessandro slammed his fist into the desk, sending the crystal glass to the floor.She had disobeyed him. Lied to him. Ignored his calls while she laughed and danced with complete strangers. He had every right to drag her out of that club, every right to lock her up.And yet, he couldn't scrub out the fact that she was in that room. Alone. He couldn't scrub out how her eyes widened when he shoved her into that room. The way she cal

NINETY-EIGHTThe Past- Alessandro -AGE 25“I won't marry that woman in there, and you can't make me do otherwise,” Alessandro stated, his voice firm…persisting.“I am still your father, very much alive and healthy. I have the right to tell you exactly what you should do. Your job is to listen and obey. Moreover, I am your capo and whatever I say stands. Why are you acting like this is all some brand new thing for you? You’ve been trained to live by the Mafia code, and you're in the Cosa Nostra, you should know how well loyalty works…how allegiance works. That woman in there is your wife, and that's final. You should probably start thinking of how you'll make children together to expand the empire,” Antonio declared, sitting in his old leather black wingback chair, the one reserved for just him alone, with a cigar in one hand and a glass of whiskey in another while his look remained fixed on Alessandro as if daring him to challenge him.Alessandro stiffened, balling his hands into fist

ONE-HUNDREDA beep.Another beep.And another…Isabelle grabbed her phone from the dressing table in haste. She knew who it was…knew what had her phone buzzing up all over again.It was the unknown number again.The same number she couldn't trace nor identify. The same number that had been leaving a number of little beep calls and messages. It terrified her that she had no idea who it was. Isabelle sucked in a deep breath when she saw the notification of the message sent to her by the unknown number.¡_________________________¡Unknown: Photo☮¡_________________________¡She clicked on the photo button, and the next thing she saw was an image of Alessandro—he wasn't alone. Ava, with her ginger colored hair and brown eyes stood right by him. There was a faint smile on their faces, with their hands entangled into each other.Her heart sank, she sat on the bed—speechless, needing time to comprehend what she was seeing.Who was this?Why were they sending her pictures of Alessandro and hi