Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Willing Prey: Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-TWO“You're safe now.”Isabelle raised her head up to meet his face, to know the identity of the man who just saved her.“Kai?” she called out, masking the disappointment that lay underneath.That smirk that never left his face was right there again as he pulled her onto the nearest couch. “Were you expecting someone else?” he teased, eyes darting around the room like he was expecting another man to jump out from the shadows.“No,” she whispered, staring at the dead man on the floor. The man whom her own husband sent to kill her.For some reason, she lied. She lied when she said she wasn't expecting someone else because admist all the chaos, admist the fact that she was in hiding and the fact that four men had been sent to kill her, a part of her desperately needed him here… needed to hold on to the fact that he wasn't the one who sent these men here.But seeing Kai here instead, gave her the eye-opener she needed.She was long forgotten and her husband wanted

ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR“She did say once that she felt like someone was watching her… like she was being followed.”Alessandro replayed Theodora's words many times than he could count. He didn't want to think about the inevitable, but what if…What if one or two of his enemies had figured out where she was and gotten to her before he could?His chest tightened in a way he couldn't explain as he pictured a negative scenario about her in his head, causing his chest to burn deeply.No.If he wanted to do this, then there should be no room for negative thoughts. They stepped into the apartment, eyes lingering on the broken door. Alessandro searched around, his gaze taking in the sight of broken windows and glasses everywhere. His now wobbly legs trying to hold him steady. The sight was not promising even if he intended to get rid of bad thoughts.But it only confirmed one thing—she was attacked, possibly killed without mercy, and Alessandro hoped the latter wasn't the actual one.“

ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIX~RUSSIA~Isabelle stared hard at the white envelope, anxiety coursing through her veins. Her mind pondering on one thought to the other when really the only thing she wanted to know is if he signed the divorce papers.The papers came back earlier than she expected—just a day after. She had implanted someone who would wait for him to drop the papers just right outside his gate in order for them to bring it down to her.And as she had hoped, that was what happened.“Please, give me a minute,” she murmured to the makeup artist and that made the lady take the hint, stepping back a bit.For a moment, Isabelle took a look at her reflection in the mirror. She would be doing this, wasn't she? Going ahead with this.She almost laughed—almost.It was her wedding day.Yet here she was anticipating the response of a man she had grown to hate overtime.Taking a deep breath, she tore the envelope, took the papers out and stared at the line where Alessandro’s name was print

ONE-HUNDRED AND SIXTY-EIGHT “I'll meet her alone,” Alessandro announced as they stood outside one of Alexei’s club. The one he specifically chose and the one he would be meeting his wife in… tonight. “Don't you think that's a bad idea? I mean considering you both aren't on the best of terms,” Marco suggested. “That even makes this meet-up so much better.” “I think Marco's right. We should come with you. I mean this isn't Italy, it isn't our territory and we don't have control over what happens here—Alexei does. And if we're going to meet your estranged wife who is now legally married to the Pakhan of the Bratva Empire who is also your enemy, then I think it's only wise we go in with you,” Luciano advised as they took few steps inside the club. “For all we know, this could be a trap.” “Then I'll gladly walk into it,” Alessandro stated. “Isabelle's weak. She can't handle a gun and most definitely cannot set a trap that's huge enough to cage me in. If anything, she should be the one

ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTYIsabelle didn't want to give in, but there was no denying the pent up tension between them.The kiss was hard, brutal, punishing as if he was pouring all his emotions into the kiss. Almost like he wanted to take his revenge on her, right here, right now.She opened her mouth and he invaded it. His tongue lashing against hers.And she could feel everything.The way he really felt right now.How angry he really was.And how much he tried to discard his desire and hunger for her.Hands tangled in her hair, he yanked her head back, making her neck arch.“Did he touch you?” he growled against her mouth.She didn't need an interpreter. She knew exactly what he was asking about.Maybe she should just tell him the truth and get this over with but what's the point of playing nice with him?This wasn't a reunion.“Yes, yes he did, and I enjoyed every moment of it.”He released another low growl, but this one was different from before. It was meant to scare her this time