All Chapters of The Mafia's Willing Prey: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE“You called us, boss!” Nicholas announced as they stood in Alessandro’s office.Alessandro tapped his cigarette on the silver ash tray beside him, looking at them like they’ve both gone mad. “Called you? Why the fuck would I call you?”Lev shifted where he stood. “You called us boss. You said you needed us for something important and we had only five minutes to get here, that's why we're here.”“Nicholas, what is he saying?” Alessandro questioned, sitting upright.“He's right boss. You… Wait a minute. You weren't the one behind the call? But…but it sounded just like you.”“What the fuck are you both talking about? And where's my wife? Where's Isabelle?” Alessandro asked, rising from the chair seething with rage.“She…she's not with us. We left her as soon as you called,” Lev explained, stepping back.“Called? I didn’t fucking call you both. I didn’t…wait, if you both are here, it means…it means, you left my wife…the one your sole responsibility is to protect

ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THREE “It's today. The day I've been anticipating. I'm not going to let anyone ruin today for me. The past is in the past,” Isabelle admonished herself, wiping the tear that fell as she stood in front of the mirror. “It was either me or him,” she added, remembering the Marcello incident. “I didn't kill him intentionally. It was in self defense,” she murmured, taking her hand to her chest. “It's not going to happen again. Alessandro will always be there. He will be there. I won't have to kill anyone anymore,” she added, holding herself from bursting into more tears. [Bad, bad men, Isabelle darling. They're everywhere. It would always be you against them. All these I do…all these I do for your own good, I do to protect you. They'll come for you if they knew you were my daughter,” her papá advised. “Never show yourself outside this walls. You never know the beast outside…waiting for you.”] Papá was right. There were more bad men outside than she could count. He

ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVEWhen she squeezed her eyes against the pain, she realized that she had been kidnapped.There was no better way to explain being blindfolded, her mouth sealed with mouth tape, her legs and hands tied up with her being hauled inside the back of a huge truck. She knew she had been kidnapped because she could hear the mockery in their voices—how they called Alessandro’s men weak.Something pierced in her heart on remembering him. She should have listened…shouldn't have made Nicholas take her out for a burger…she should have just let him get someone to buy it for her.But, she had insisted.And this is where insisting had brought her. So many questions ran through her head.How was Nicholas? Was he dead? Alive? In what condition?How were the other men?They must hate her now.Who were these men who took her and what did they want from her?She tried to scream over the the restraining material but she couldn't. She was too weak to do so. Whatever they had inject

ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SEVENA single beep at first, then another followed.Alessandro stared down at his phone wondering what the persistent messaging was for.Except it wasn't just a text as expected. It was an alert. A red notification blinking on the screen, one that he had set to be well informed on the location of every vehicle he owned. None of his men knew about the trackers in each vehicle and to him, it was better that way because it was truly difficult to trust everybody.Dread filled his stomach the moment he slid across the screen and went straight to the app. The notifications dropped like persistent beeps.Tyres detached.Driver's door smashed.Windshield smashed.Windows smashed.“What the fuck?” he cursed out, tapping the screen to check which of his cars were missing.Two blown up.Two smashed into.One upside down.Jesus Christ.Did someone just blow up his fucking cars?Fury clawed at his chest while he dialed Marco’s number.It rang.And rings.And rings.Then Mar

ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINEI'm not dying Marco,” Alessandro whispered into the pod.“Well you better not. If not, I'll have no other choice but to marry your wife and take her as my own.”“What the hell? Neither you nor anyone else will be marrying my wife after I'm gone,” he paused for a second. “What the hell am I saying? Nobody is dying…not yet. So shut the fuck up and do what you're supposed to do.”“One word about her and you're already railing like a madman. She's really got you hooked,” Marco muttered.Alessandro ignored him. “I need to get to the security room. Where is it?”“First door on your right. Isabelle is in the tenth room on your right too.”“Heard that the first time.”“Just making sure.”Immediately, he kicked door the open.So much for being quiet, Alessandro.His eyes met with the moderate sized fortified security room. The men inside were on high alert watching the monitors that displayed every inch of the estate. They had headphones on, so it was impossible to