Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Mafia's Willing Prey: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

SIXTY-ONE⚜FLASHBACK-HOURS AGO⚜ ⚠Violent content⚠The storm outside that had begun hours ago blended with the unsettling feeling that threatened to overwhelm him completely. Over the years since his mother had been murdered, his only goal was to seek revenge—to haunt down all those who had their hands in his mother's death. Although he had only been a little boy, he knew their faces by heart…he had marked and carved them into his soul that there was no way memories of them could leave even if they wanted it to. And now he had one of those who had joined Giovanni Conti in his successful attempt at killing his mother, right now it was only motive and self control that was stopping him from blowing up his brain into bits. Alessandro stood beneath the flickering bulb, its dim light casting shadows against the walls, adding to the tensed aura in the room. But he definitely wasn't the one tensed.His shirt clung to his skin, drenched from both rain and sweat. Blood, of which some of it wa

SIXTY-THREEHis head hurt like there were a thousand hammers to it, persistently trying to break it open. His eyes traced round the room and he realized that this wasn't just any room. He tried to get up but her body cuddling up to his, and her head on his arm stopped him.Looking at her, he couldn't deny the fact that she was beautiful…prettier than any woman he had ever laid his eyes on. It fucking hurt that her beautiful face was what he was missing every morning. She looked peaceful, relaxed and everything related to being a ray of the fucking sunshine.And this woman was his wife. He couldn't deny nor could he turn away from the satisfying feeling that riled up within him. Settling back in bed, he let his eyes rest on just her, slowly taking in her features. Things would have surely been different if she wasn't the enemy's daughter, but she just had to be. He let his mind roam to how he got here. He was never one to be in a confused state because it fucking infuriated him. It was

SIXTY-FIVE••DAYS LATER••Rubbing his temples in an attempt to help ease it's throbbing, he made his way to the library. It was one of his sacred spots. And plus, he had his space where he sat, thought,and worked on business whenever he needed to. And right now, he had a lot on his mind to settle. The Russians were still in on dragging their boundaries with them. They were asking for war, and they would surely get it. And all these was supposed to be a distraction for how Isabelle had been treating him since their last scenario. She was ignoring everything about him and he was only here to bury his head in work and not think about anything related to her.Halting in his steps…She was here.Of course she was. She's fucking everywhere, or maybe he knew she was going to be here and that's why he had been coming into the library more frequently than he did. They had not spoken since the aftermath of the morning incident. They were avoiding each other the way one would avoid a dangerous p

SIXTY-SEVENThis man was oddly quiet. She stole glances at him at intervals but he never returned any. And she had no choice but to conclude that he was a strange man.Sergei’s eyes remained fixed on the road, his hands firm on the steering wheel. She wasn't close to him and that was okay, but who drove in a car with someone of which you guys are the only humans in the car and you would feel perfectly fine not having a conversation?Apparently this man!Staring at him again she took in his peculiar features. He was in a suit as usual. Alessandro had made it so easy for her to grow accustomed to seeing and expecting suits all the time. Every inch of his skin from his jawline to his fingertips were covered in tattoos. With his hair which was unexpectedly groomed, and dark brown eyes he might be considered handsome, but to her he looked mysterious and menacing in every way. Like he just stepped out of prison but this time around with a—suit.“Where are you taking me to?” she asked, hopin

SIXTY-NINEIsabelle stepped out in a spicy pepper red satin gown, clinging to her like a second skin. The neckline dipped, shoulders bare, with a slit that ran up her thigh that whispered everything dangerous.Alessandro looked up from his phone and stilled. His jaw twitched.“Isabelle,” he muttered faintly, like her name had burned his tongue.She didn't know why but the way he called her name did something to her. “How is it?” “Not enough,” he responded darkly. And the next look he gave her told her that he wanted her in another dress. Isabelle bit her lips as she walked back into the changing room with Cici’s laughter from a joke she cracked echoing across the room. In minutes, she was out again. This time around the dress was full length. The kind of dress for a royal garden wedding. The lace hugged her hips, glittering faintly in the light, but the neckline was high, too modest for a party. She stepped forward towards him, waiting for what he had in mind.“No”“What? That's it?”