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All Chapters of When The Mafia Queen Fights Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

I’d just told my husband we were through. I saw the way he looked at my best friend tonight. He went ballistic.Marco’s hands froze in mid-air. The lust on his face evaporated. In its place was pure shock. Rage. Like I’d just spat on him."Isabella, what kind of sick joke is this?"He sat up straight, his brow furrowed, his eyes burning with outrage."I'm apologizing here. I'm trying to make things right. And you want to divorce me over a jacket? End the alliance between our families?"I didn’t say a word. Just watched him perform, my eyes like ice.My silence was gasoline on his fire.His voice got louder, with a little whine in it."Since we started dating, when have I ever not done exactly what you wanted? Five years of marriage, and I haven't just been your husband. I've been a fucking lapdog for you and the entire Vettori family!"He jabbed a finger at his own chest, moving closer to me."How many times did I screw over my own family to protect your interests? I put your family b

Chapter 2

"Boss, he's at The Crown. Gallo turf." The voice on the other end was my guy, low and steady. "Top floor. Sofia's private suite."I hung up and started the car.The lights of New York City blurred past my window.I gripped the steering wheel. My mind went back seven years.Back then, all I loved was skiing.The Alps. Far away from my family's blood and bullshit.I hated the men in suits with guns hidden under their jackets. Hated the fancy dinners that were just a front for backroom deals and bloodshed.Sofia used to laugh at me. "You're a princess, always out on some mountain. What happens if something goes wrong? The family won't even have an heir."I’d just wave her off and fly down the slopes. My own world.Then the avalanche hit.Marco appeared out of the storm. A ski patrol rescuer. He used his body to shield me, digging us out.His eyes were clean. None of the ambition and bloodlust I was used to seeing."Are you okay, beautiful lady?"His smile was like sunshine.I thought I’d

Chapter 3

The laughter in my headphones continued."But for real, Marco," another voice—Matteo, he ran smuggling operations—chimed in. "Thank God for Sofia. If you were counting on that selfish bitch Isabella, the Rossi family line would be dead.""She's not selfish, she's 'noble'," Marco's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "She thinks this life is too bloody. Doesn't want to bring a child into this 'world of sin.' Ha. Just a little saint spoiled by her old man.""Exactly," Sofia added, her voice full of cheap superiority. "What kind of a woman denies the man she loves a child? An heir to carry on his name? She's purely selfish."I leaned against the cold wall. My heart felt like it was being ripped in two.Selfish?I closed my eyes. The nightmare flashed in my mind.I was ten. I saw my cousin—he was only three—kidnapped in a family war. They sent his head back to the estate in a box. With his favorite teddy bear, soaked in blood. That image is burned into my mind.I swore I would never let my ch

Chapter 4

The bells of St. Patrick's Cathedral rang out.It was the anniversary of old man Rossi's death. It was also the day Marco was meant to be made Don.I pushed open the heavy oak doors just as the organ music stopped.Hundreds of eyes shot to me. Then they darted away, turning into hushed, knowing whispers.I didn't have to guess what they were looking at.In the front row, in the seat of honor, my so-called mother-in-law, Maria, was holding Sofia's arm tightly.And Sofia was wearing a white designer suit—the color meant for the wife.The real gut punch? The ruby brooch pinned to her lapel. It was his grandmother's. The symbol of the Rossi matriarch.I stood at the end of the long aisle. I wasn't angry. It was almost funny.This was never a secret.This was a party. A "Let's all laugh at Isabella" party, and the whole family was in on it.My heels clicked on the stone floor as I walked toward them."Isabella, you're late," Maria said, her voice cold. She instinctively moved to shield Sofi

Chapter 5

The silence in the church lasted for two seconds. Then, a harsh, mocking laughter erupted.Maria laughed the loudest.She looked at me like I was a joke, even wiping a fake tear from her eye."War? Isabella, darling, with what army?" she sneered, jabbing a finger at me. "Stop humiliating yourself. You think this is your father's world? Without him, you're just a useless ornament, good for nothing but spending money!"Sofia covered her mouth with a delicate laugh, her eyes full of pity. "Bella, I know you're in shock, that you're not thinking straight. But playing dress-up as a mob boss? It's childish, Bella. You wouldn't even kill a chicken, and you're talking about war?"Marco let out a breath he'd been holding. The arrogance was back on his face.He straightened his collar, looking at me like I was a child throwing a tantrum."Isabella, I'll admit, the connections your father left were useful. But I'm the one in charge now. I'm the one doing business with the other families. That li

Chapter 6

Don Antonio sighed. His gaze went over Marco's shoulder to me, standing still where I had been the whole time.Then he looked back at Marco and said the words that would shatter his world."You still don't get it, do you? For the past five years, no one ever did business with the Rossi family because of you."He patted Marco's stunned cheek and gave a cruel smile."Our ships docked because Isabella Vettori allowed it. If she so much as shook her head, not a single seagull could land on those piers of yours.""Where do you think your first bit of startup money came from? Isabella transferred it from her private trust. Why do you think no one dared to touch your turf in Brooklyn? Because at a family meeting, Isabella stuck a knife through that part of the map and simply said, 'This is ours now.'"The old man scoffed, patting Marco’s rigid shoulder, his eyes full of contempt."Even that arms deal you were so proud of only happened because the supplier owed the old Vettori Godfather a fav

Chapter 7

The air froze.Marco’s bloodshot eyes locked onto Sofia."What did she just say?"Marco's voice was dangerously low, like thunder before a storm.He advanced on Sofia, his hands shaking—the spasms of pure rage."Sofia, you tell me. Whose baby is it?!"Sofia panicked. She backed away, clutching her stomach, her lips trembling too much to form words. "Don't listen to her... Marco, she's trying to tear us apart... This is your baby, it's our—"SMACK!A hard, loud slap cut her off.Sofia cried out and fell to the floor, a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth."Still lying!" Marco roared. He lunged like a madman, grabbing a fistful of her perfect hair and yanking her head back. "Isabella never bluffs! If this baby was mine, she would never use it against me! Tell me! Who the hell have you been screwing? That pig Matteo? Antonio's slobbering nephew?""Let me go! You're hurting me!" Sofia sobbed and struggled, her perfect makeup now a smeared, pathetic mess. "You coward! Now that you'r

Chapter 8

An hour later, the rush-ordered paternity test report lay on the desk in front of Marco.The conclusion was printed in stark, black letters: PATERNITY: EXCLUDED.Even more interesting were the photos that came with it.In the pictures, Sofia was kissing a man outside a hotel.The man was Salvo Moretti, the mob boss who controlled the West Side docks.The Rossi family's biggest rival. The man Marco hated most in the world."Ha... haha..."Marco sat in the dim office and let out a dry, rasping laugh.So that was it.He wasn't just Isabella's kept man. He was a pawn for Sofia and Moretti to seize Vettori resources.The baby in Sofia's belly wasn't a Rossi heir. It was a Trojan horse from the Moretti family.A double betrayal.He was a complete and utter joke.Outside, the wail of sirens was constant.The IRS and the FBI, shutting down the last of the Rossi family's nightclubs.The men who used to bow to him were now running for their lives.Meanwhile, at the Vettori estate.The storm had

Chapter 9

"You're insane," I said, and hung up. I wanted nothing more to do with him.Three days later, he showed up at my art gallery. He was wearing a filthy white shirt, his hair a mess, his eyes vacant.He was holding a knife. He stared at me through the glass as I spoke with a curator.A security guard moved toward him, but he let out a piercing scream."Bella! Look! My heart is pure! I'll cut it out and show you!"Amid the screams of onlookers, he plunged the knife into his own left shoulder.Blood gushed out, staining his filthy shirt red.He stumbled through the door, leaving a trail of blood on the expensive marble floor with every step."It doesn't hurt... Bella, for you, I'm not afraid of anything..." He had a twisted smile on his face, like a madman presenting a prize. "I already killed that bitch. Now I'm punishing myself... Will you forgive me? Can we start over...?"The curator was hiding behind a sculpture.I just stood there."Marco," I said, my voice calm. "You're bleeding on m

Chapter 10

After a long moment, I agreed.I needed to tear away the last of his masks, to sever my connection to this man for good.The rain on Staten Island was heavy, drumming on the tin roof of the abandoned pier warehouse.I walked down the damp, dark steps alone.Enzo offered to come, but I refused.I had to turn this page myself.In the cell at the end of the hall, the man who was once so full of life was now curled in a corner.The fine Italian suit he used to be so proud of now hung like a dirty rag on his skeletal frame.He looked up sharply at the sound of my heels.His face was so gaunt I barely recognized him, his eyes sunken, his face covered in stubble.But the moment he saw me, a feverish light ignited in his eyes."Bella… you came."Marco scrambled to the iron bars. The hands that once wore our wedding ring were now covered in filth and dried blood. He gripped the cold metal."I knew you'd come… I knew you still had feelings for me."He pressed his face against the bars, forcing a

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