All Chapters of UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

"You don't control us," Isabella said, her voice shaking with fury. "We're not your subjects anymore.""You're right. You're not." Dimitri turned to face her fully. "You're independent operators. Which means when you fuck up, when you make enemies, when things go wrong, you're on your own. No father to protect you, Enzo. No Lorenzo to bail you out, Isabella. Just you two, against everyone you've pissed off trying to build this thing." He paused. "So I suggest you be very careful about who you make enemies of."Silence crashed through the warehouse.Enzo's mind was racing. Dimitri had known about the heist. Had let them succeed. Had been watching the entire time.It was humiliating. Emasculating. Proof that even when they thought they were operating independently, they were still dancing to Dimitri's tune."Why?" Enzo asked, his voice raw. "Why let us take the shipment if you were just going to come here and....""Remind you of reality?" Dimitri finished. "Because I wanted you to feel

The words hit like a physical blow."I'm doing everything I can...""You're doing everything WRONG."Lorenzo's voice turned deadly quiet. "Let me be very clear, daughter. The Russo family does not accept failure. We do not settle for second place. And we certainly don't form pathetic alliances with weak men because we couldn't secure the strong ones.""Enzo isn't weak....""Enzo is Antonio's spare. A boy who's spent his entire life in his brother's shadow. And you, the woman groomed since childhood to stand beside the Devil himself have lowered yourself to partnering with him." A pause. "Your mother warned me this would happen. That you didn't have the spine for this. I should have listened."Isabella's throat tightened. "What do you want me to do?""I want you to FIX THIS. I want you to get Dimitri back. I don't care if he's with that woman. I don't care if he claims to love her. You were PROMISED to him. That engagement is sacred. And you will honor it.""He won't...""MAKE HIM." Lo

It was exquisite torture.The vibration of the car. The knowledge that Marco was mere feet away. The risk of being heard. Dimitri's fingers working her with practiced skill.Eve pressed her face into Dimitri's shoulder, breathing hard, trying desperately to stay silent as the pleasure built."You're close," Dimitri murmured. "I can feel it. Your pussy's clenching around my fingers. You want to come so badly, don't you?"She nodded against his shoulder."Then come. Right now. But quietly, Eve. Very, very quietly."He added a third finger, stretched her, pressed hard against that perfect spot and Eve came with a strangled gasp that she barely managed to muffle against his suit jacket."Good girl," Dimitri praised, working her through it. "So good for me."But he didn't stop.His fingers kept moving, kept building, pushing her toward a second orgasm before she'd even recovered from the first."Dimitri....please...I can't....""You can. And you will."The pleasure was almost painful in it

They pulled up to the warehouse forty minutes later, the same one where Dimitri had brought Enzo for proper education after he visited Eve.Marco was waiting outside with the team."He's inside. Conscious. Relatively unharmed." Marco's expression was grim. "He's FSB trained, boss. This won't be easy.""I don't need easy." Dimitri shed his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves. "I need information. And I'll get it. One way or another."The warehouse inner room was exactly as Dimitri had left it. Single chair bolted to the concrete floor. Table with tools....pliers, knives, blowtorch, cables. Overhead lights casting harsh shadows.And tied to the chair, cable-tied at wrists and ankles, was Viktor Kozlov.Late forties. Scarred face. Cold eyes that had seen violence and delivered plenty of it himself.He didn't look afraid.Well he should have been.Dimitri circled the chair slowly, assessing. "Viktor Kozlov. Formerly FSB. Dishonorably discharged in 2019 for selling classified information. N

POV: ISABELLAIsabella stood alone in her hotel suite, tears still wet on her cheeks, hands shaking as she stared at her phone.Two hours.Dimitri had given her two hours to leave the city. Forever.And if she didn't....I will kill you myself.His voice had been so calm. So absolute. Like he was stating a fact rather than making a threat.That's what terrified her most.Not the anger. Not the fury.The certainty.Her phone buzzed in her hand. A text from Marco.Car will be downstairs in 90 minutes. Pack light. You won't be coming back.Isabella's fingers tightened on the phone until her knuckles went white.She'd lost everything.Her plans. Her organization with Enzo. Her presence in this city.All because Viktor Kozlov had gotten caught.All because Dimitri had eyes everywhere.All because she'd underestimated just how far he'd go to protect Eve Thorne.Another text. This time from Enzo.What the hell happened? Marco just told me you're leaving? Tonight?Isabella didn't respond. Cou