All Chapters of The Mafia's Willing Prey: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ONE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE“Because even in death, firecracker, you wouldn't be able to run away from me.”Her body froze for a moment when she heard those words. It took her a few seconds to come to terms with what he had just said.“Do it. Kill me,” he stated—his facial expression was all shades of seriousness. “It's an opportunity that wouldn't last for a very long time,” he added.He was doing it again. He has done this before—telling her to go ahead and kill him while knowing fully well that she couldn't do it. Isabelle turned, facing the food items on the island. Ignoring his persuasive words, she opened up the sealed bag of chips and dipped one into the bowl of icecream.She closed her eyes letting the taste settle in.He can either sit there and watch her eat or go back to where he has been all this while, but she certainly wasn't going to give him the benefit of having to tell her what to do. They were past that.When she opened her eyes again, she picked up another chip and

ONE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY- THREEIsabelle held a hand to his chest, pushing him backwards towards the chair beside the bed, his face bearing nothing but anticipation and confusion.“What are you doing, tesoro?” Alessandro asked, the moment he landed on the chair. He was completely naked now, his erected dick in view with more beads of pre-cum dripping from the tip.Isabelle didn't respond. She could feel the wetness of his cum dripping down her pussy as she walked towards the desk specifically aiming for the bowl of ice-cream. She grabbed it, walked towards him and got on her knees.Alessandro’s cock hardened the moment it dawned on him what she was about to do. But, he knew she wasn't good at this yet. He knew because at some point he made her do this and it was quite a struggle for her. So what was she up to at this point?“Isabelle…” he called out when she made a trail with the ice cream from his chest down to his stomach, then to the V-line and then all over his cock—from tip to bas

ONE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE_THE PAST_It's been weeks since that wedding night, weeks since they last touched each other. It's been distance ever since. From who? That was a question he didn't know the answer to. Maybe it was good this way.Perhaps, the distance was good for the both of them. This way, there was no need for pretense, and everyone might just have to go their separate ways without further questions.It's been weeks since he tried to get out the truth about her through Carlos, his father’s private investigator, but the worst news?Carlos was dead.Specifically, he was nowhere to be found. How does that even happen?Every link or clue that brought him a little closer to the truth got squashed in the process, and everyone who helped him or was willing to help him discover anything about Ava either disappeared out of the blue or better still ended up killed.If this didn't mean anything to anyone, well, it did to him.It meant a whole alot. And because, he wasn't getting a

ONE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY- SEVEN_THE PAST_ -Different Timeline.“You kissed him. Oh my goodness, Ava. Are you…are you in love with him?” he asked, his face painted with anger and horror at what her response could be.Ava shrank back, away from him. Her face bearing disbelief as she spoke, “No! Ofcourse not! I can't…I will never love that man,” she responded, her voice barely a whisper even though she intended it to be. “You shouldn't be here, Leon,” she whispered this time around, reminding him that they were outside in the middle of the night in a corner where just anyone could see them. “If he finds out…”“I don't care if he does. I needed to see you,” Leon said in a Russian accent, stepping closer, his tone laced with pain. “Do you think I care about the risk?”“Leon…” she started, but he cut her off by taking his hand to her cheek.“Tell me you love me, solnishko,” he whispered, caressing her face. She closed her eyes, absorbing the warmth of his hand with tears filling her eyes. “

ONE-HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE_The Past_Alessandro sat beside her body till the sun rose—his knuckles stained with blood while his expression remained blank.“What happened?” Marco questioned. “How did she…?”“She killed herself,” Alessandro interrupted before Marco could say another word. “But I killed the bodyguard. They were in it together. He—”“You don't need to tell us anything. We don't need to know what happened…not us, not anyone. So put it together man,” Luciano said while pulling Leon’s body into a body bag. “You're way stronger than this shit.”“I know,” Alessandro muttered, not moving yet.Marco moved closer towards Alessandro. “She didn't deserve your love, Alessandro and you know it. She loved another man, there was absolutely no way she could give heart to you,” Marco stated.“Then why did she feel the need to lie? Why pretend like you're in love with me only to stab me in the back? She deserved this, Marco. She deserved all of this. I wish…I wish…I wish I was the one w