Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Isabella raised her tear-stained face. "Marco is going to investigate. He's going to interrogate all the bartenders, all the waiters. Someone's going to...""I'll take care of it." Enzo's voice was hard. "The waiter will be dealt with. The security footage will be handled. But you need to maintain the story I just gave you.""How did I get out of the building?" Isabella's voice was shaking. "Marco locked it down. His men were at every exit. How do I explain....""You were already outside when everything happened. You left early. Felt unwell. Catarina can confirm." Enzo looked at the other woman. "Can't you?"Catarina nodded slowly. "Yes. We left before the incident. Went straight to the hotel.""But Marco will know that's not true," Isabella said desperately. "He had eyes on me all night. He'll know I was inside when Eve collapsed.""Let me worry about Marco." Enzo crouched in front of Isabella's chair, forced her to meet his eyes. "Listen to me very carefully. Dimitri is going to int

Marco turned to his team. "Double the investigation speed. I want fingerprint results in three hours, not six. I want security footage from every camera in this building reviewed and recovered if possible.His men nodded, scattered to execute his orders.POV: ENZOEnzo sat in his car three blocks from Isabella's hotel, his phone vibrating in his hand.A text from one of his men.The waiter has been taken care of. Body will be discovered in approximately five minutes. No trace back to us.Enzo closed his eyes, felt the weight of what he'd just done.He'd ordered a man killed.A twenty-three-year-old kid who'd made a stupid mistake for three hundred dollars.Dead.Because Enzo needed him silent.Because protecting Isabella meant eliminating witnesses.Because love....or whatever this twisted thing he felt for her was, made him do terrible things.Enzo deleted the message and started the car.He'd corrupted the security footage. Killed the waiter. Created an escape route for Isabella.Co

"On it.""And Marco...by morning, I want Isabella brought to me. I don't care what story she's prepared. I'm going to interrogate her myself. And I'm going to find out the truth.""Understood. What about Enzo?""Let me handle my brother." Dimitri's voice turned cold. "You focus on Isabella. Get me proof that she's responsible. Get me evidence. And get me her. Everything else, I'll take care of.""Yes, sir."Dimitri hung up, looked down at Eve.She stirred in her sleep, her hand reaching for him.He took it, laced their fingers together."I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't protect you. Sorry I let this happen. Sorry you had to suffer because of someone's obsession with me."Eve's eyes fluttered open. "Dimitri?""I'm here.""The heat.....it's starting again..." Her voice was drowsy, slurred. "I thought...I thought maybe it was over...""How long has it been since you were dosed?""I don't know. Three hours? Four?""Then we have two more hours. Maybe three." He pulled her clos

Dimitri stood, began to pace.Isabella could see him thinking, analyzing, trying to find holes in her story.But there weren't any.Because Enzo had made sure of that."Tell me about the waiter," Dimitri said suddenly, spinning back to face her. "James. Did you speak to him that night?""I don't know anyone named James.""Did you speak to ANY waiters that night?""Of course. To order drinks. To thank them for service. The same as everyone else at the gala.""Did you give anyone money?""I gave a tip to our server. Twenty dollars. Cash.""Three hundred dollars was deposited into James's account that night. From a burner account. Traced to a location near Table 47."Isabella shrugged, her expression genuinely confused. "I don't know anything about that. But Dimitri, there were eight people at Table 47. If someone near that table transferred money, it could have been any of us. Or anyone walking past that table. Or someone at the tables nearby."Dimitri's jaw clenched.She could see his

"Let him retaliate. I'm not afraid of Lorenzo Russo.""You should be. He's already making calls. Already mobilizing resources. If you don't release Isabella within the next hour, he's going to declare this a kidnapping. He's going to demand her release through official channels. And if that doesn't work...." Antonio paused. "He's going to come for her himself. With an army."Dimitri stood, began to pace.He was trapped.Antonio had built the perfect case.Victoria's confession. Isabella's medical records. A complete alternate narrative that explained everything.And even though Dimitri knew...knew....it was fabricated...He couldn't prove it.Not without more time. Not without deeper investigation.And Lorenzo Russo wasn't going to give him that time."What about Enzo?" Dimitri asked. "How did Isabella get out of the building during the lockdown? Enzo helped her. We have traffic camera footage placing his car near her hotel right after she escaped.""Enzo helped her because she was ha