All Chapters of MAFIA BRIDE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The following morning, Isabella found herself at the regional police headquarters. She had been invited for questioning after having submitted a brief statement to the team that came to her estate, and she knew exactly why the police chief wanted to see her. She was in no way worried about it however, and she was well prepared for whatever questions that would be thrown at her. As the doors of the police precinct groaned open to welcome her, Isabella instantly knew she had stepped foot into a world of clinical coldness and suspicious eyes. The aftermath of the attack still hung around her, and she could tell it was big news all over the city already. It was obvious in every single police officer she met, and it was noticeable in every curt greeting from officers who looked her way.After a few minutes of waiting in the reception, she was greeted by a uniformed officer and escorted to the chief’s office. Her face carried a very composed and calculated expression, but deep within her,

“Isabella?”He answered almost immediately…panicked and breathless. Luca sounded like someone who had been running. Or even shouting. Or both.“Thank God,” he said. “I’ve been calling you nonstop.”“I know,” she replied calmly. “I saw the missed calls.”“You saw them?” He asked in a confused tone. “Isabella, where the hell have you been? I…I arrived at the house and…”He stopped himself, clearly trying to pull himself together. She could hear his breath shaking.“Luca, calm down…”“No,” he snapped, not really out of anger, but because he was actually scared and worried. “I can’t calm down. When we arrived, all we met were a few detectives and your staff crying everywhere. A…and the smoke… the debris…” He sighed heavily. “They said you had gone to the police station, so I rushed there…only to find out that you had already left. Nobody knew where you went. Nobody could even tell me anything.”“I’m fine,” she said again in a much firmer tone. “I just needed to make an official report. An

Luca was restless. He felt like a man trapped in his own mind, with his heart too heavy and his head full of so many questions he couldn't answer. He kept thinking about the scene he had witnessed at Isabella's mansion…the torn apart rooms, the shattered glass, and the dead guards being zipped into body bags like they were nothing more than discarded debris. The detectives had tried to calm him, claiming that the investigation was still active, but their words were nothing but a useless blanket over a fire that was already threatening to spread out of control.None of it made sense. Was it possible for Isabella to have made such dangerous enemies in Rome? Everyone in their world had enemies…but something about the attack was off. It seemed too invasive, and whoever came for her hadn’t stumbled into the mansion with blind brutality. They had gone there knowing exactly who and what they were facing.“Why her?” he muttered under his breath. “Why the hell her?”If anyone wanted to hurt hi

In the old farming district of northern Sicily, there were some serious activities going on in a warehouse hidden behind an abandoned vineyard. And at the center of it all was none other than Gianna Vitale…the crime godmother of Sicily.She was walking in slow circles around a tied up boy that seemed no older than nineteen. He was kneeling with his hands tied behind him and his shirt torn open, while struggling to breathe properly due to his panic. One of Gianna's men had worked him over for the last hour, but she was not a fan of rushed work, preferring to take her time instead. Pain meant nothing without patience.The boy coughed blood and tried to lift his swollen face toward her.“Donna Gianna… per favore… I didn’t steal anything. I swear on…”She raised a hand to her lips, and silence immediately descended on the entire warehouse. She didn't need to do more than that to get their attention…Even half conscious, or drowning in terror, they always understood that gesture.Gianna wa

When the convoy that picked them from the airport finally parked in front of the Moretti mansion, Luca came out of the car first, adjusted his coat and turned to Isabella out of the car. She refused his hand coldly, walking past him with the poise and grace of a newly crowned queen.Riccardo was waiting at the top of the steps with folded arms and a look of irritation on his face. His only greeting to them…or what he must have meant as a greeting…was nothing but a single, unimpressed grunt.“So you’re back again,” he said coldly, glaring at Isabella’s presence beside Luca.Isabella returned a slow and disrespectful head to toe look back to him. “And you’re still alive. Impressive.”Riccardo’s face tightened instantly, immediately taking offense at the bold shot.Luca saw the exchange and immediately challenged Riccardo. “Is that really the best you can do? I've been gone for a while, and that's how you greet us on my return?”Riccardo scoffed. “Greet you? Or greet the reason you disap