All Chapters of The Mafia's Willing Prey: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

ONE-HUNDRED AND ELEVEN!__________________________!Grumpy Husband: Go home, Isabelle¡____________________________!Go home?Go home?! The nerve!Who does he think he is to tell her to go home on her own fucking birthday?She looked round the club hoping to find him but she couldn't. Not a shadow of him in sight. So if he wasn't here, then how the hell is he seeing her right now? How does he know she's here?Ignoring Xavier’s presence, she typed back.!________________¡NO!¡________________¡When she was done, she quickly slid the phone back into her handbag. If he wanted, he can continue hiding in the shadows. That was his problem, not hers. Today was all about her and not him. No matter how hard he tries to make it all about him.“Is everything okay?” Xavier asked, noticing how her face had changed the moment she looked at her phone.She turned to face Sophia who was flirting with the hot bartender and back at Xavier. Shaking her head, she replied, “No. Everything is okay. Everyt

ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN-Two ScenesIf being insane was human, it would be this woman—Isabelle.What was she doing?What was on her goddamn mind?Alessandro looked around at all the men who had no idea who she was, but he wasn't going to sit here and watch them eye-fuck his wife. Few minutes ago, he sent Luciano to ask her to leave but Luciano had sent him a returning text saying she refused to leave. He was just about to go downstairs and teach her a fucking lesson, not until she came up here all on her own. Looking back, her friend was nowhere in sight. So how the fuck did she gain access in here?He had known when she came in because Nicholas had told him she was here with her annoying friend. His words, not Alessandro’s.And when he confirmed it, there she was, sitting and laughing at the bar with a total stranger. Wearing what could make bloods boil and heads turn for her. A dress that could make him go on his knees for her. He should be the one earning that laugh and smile from

ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN“Get off me!” Isabelle yelled out, smacking him on the chest, multiple times than he counted. “You're hurting me,” she added, reminding him of his firm grip on her hands which were above her head.“I'm not letting you go till you tell me what your problem is.”“My problem? My problem! You're my husband and it's my birthday and you didn't…you didn't care to wish me at all,” Isabelle yelled again, while still smacking him repeatedly on the chest.“Is that what this is about? Is that why you let that sore loser kiss you?” Alessandro asked, unbothered.Isabelle froze the instant those words got out. It made her realize that he didn't care if it was truly her birthday or not. At some point, she was thinking maybe he didn't realize or probably forgot, but hearing him utter those words told her that he really…really did not care what day it was.Drunk or not, the truth sank in real deep.Wiping the tears off her face, she looked him in the eye and said, “And I'll let

ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN LOCATION~ISTANBUL, TURKEY—This scene takes place in Istanbul, Turkey where the Russian Port is located on the edge of the Bosphorus Strait. ~~~~~~~~~~ He should have followed her home. He shouldn't have left her alone in her drunken state, and Alessandro hated the fact that he was only thinking this way because a part of him would have loved to see what her reaction would be to his surprise decoration—how she would feel when she finds out that he had followed her to the mall today while she was shopping with Sophia, had seen how excited she was about today and had made up his mind to do something that her murderer of a father wouldn't be able to do at that point. A part of him had really… really wanted to see that. A part of him that he despised so much. But rather than accompany her home and watch her reaction to the surprise, here he was on a plane to Istanbul about to accomplish one of his set out plans with his men—to destroy the port and shipments o

ONE-HUNDRED AND NINETEENIsabelle stared at her phone for the umpteenth time.No messages. Not one single text.It's been a week since she gave her response to the unknown number, but she never got any reply. No hints on where they would be meeting or who it could be. Nothing.And it made her wonder if it was just someone trying to play a massive prank on her. She needed to leave…to change her identity…to forget all about him because this place was suffocating.“Every single one of our party hangouts ends with you leaving me at the club and disappearing to nowhere,” Sophia said, interupting her thoughts while chuckling softly. “Sometimes it feels like this is a story between you and your don of a husband and am just the side character,” she teased.“I didn't mean to. I totally forgot. Remind me to give you an apology gift later,” Isabelle responded, dropping her paint brush down.“That's more like it.” They both laughed.“Where's your bodyguard number 2? I can only recognize one…the