UNDRESSED BY THE MAFIA LORD のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 191 - チャプター 200

Off.She couldn't explain it....just a feeling in her gut that something in her apartment had changed.Isabella moved slowly through her bedroom, studying everything carefully.Nothing looked disturbed. Nothing looked out of place.But that feeling persisted.She checked her living room. Her office. Her kitchen.Everything was exactly as she'd left it.Except....Isabella stopped in front of the decorative lamp on her side table.It had been there for months. She barely noticed it anymore.But now, studying it carefully, she saw something that made her blood run cold.There was a tiny seam around the base. A seam that shouldn't be there on a solid piece.Isabella's hands shook as she picked up the lamp, examined it more closely.The base unscrewed.And inside, tucked carefully, was a small device she didn't recognize.A listening device.Isabella's breath came in short gasps.Listening device.Someone was listening to her.Recording her.Monitoring her conversations.Her eyes flew to

Dante sat down."Your brother Salvatore was murdered three weeks ago by Dimitri Valentino," Nico continued without preamble. "In that same time frame, we've accelerated our timeline for the viral release. The field test is now scheduled for ten days from now, not thirty. We've compressed everything because Dimitri Valentino is moving against us.""How do you know that?" Dante asked."Because we have people inside his organization. And those people are telling us that Dimitri has discovered our bioweapon program. That he's planning to infiltrate our facilities. That he's planning to stop us." Nico leaned forward. "Which means we need to move faster. And we need to use every asset available to us.""And what asset am I supposed to be?""You're leverage. Against Dimitri Valentino, against Antonio Valentino, against anyone who gets in our way." Nico smiled. "You're a man with a vendetta. A man with nothing to lose. A man who controls a criminal organization in the heart of Italian mafia t

"Exactly. If Dante thinks he's listening to real conversations, real intelligence, we can manipulate what he hears. We can feed him information that helps us and hurts him.""That's... actually brilliant." Enzo leaned back. "But it requires Isabella to be completely in the dark. She can't know she's still being monitored.""Which means your men removed the old devices but didn't find the new ones."Enzo's eyes widened."You think he's already replanted?""I know he has. That's what I would do. Let you think you've won. Let you remove the devices you can find. And immediately install new ones you won't find." Dimitri's smile was cold. "Dante's smart. He's not going to let Isabella go dark just because we found his first attempt.""Then we need to sweep her apartment again. More thoroughly.""No. We let the new devices stay active. We let Dante think he's listening. And i use Isabella to feed him exactly what we want him to hear."Enzo processed this.It was ruthless. Manipulative. Used

Each one a punctuation mark in this new dynamic."What are you doing?" Eve's voice came out small and frightened and something else....something she didn't want to acknowledge.Dimitri didn't answer.Just finished unbuckling his belt and let it drop to the floor. The sound it made hitting the hardwood seemed impossibly loud.Then he bent down, picked her up by the waist, and stood her on the bed.....making her taller, making the positioning different. Making it impossible for her to reach the door."Dimitri, no...." Eve started, but he was already moving.His hand went to her blouse....the silk one she'd worn to the office, and in one sharp motion, he ripped it open. Buttons scattered across the white bedspread like snow."You can't keep me here," Eve said, tears starting to stream down her face. Tears of anger and betrayal and something else she couldn't name. "You can't do this. Let me go. Please, let me go. I don't want...."His hand closed around her bra and tore it away with the

Nonna was making coffee, still in her pajamas, unaware of the catastrophe that had just occurred."Where is Eve?" Dimitri's voice was raw. Desperate.Nonna's expression shifted from peaceful to concerned in an instant."I have not seen her since she came home from work," Nonna said carefully, studying his face. "I went to bed early. Dimitri, what happened? Why are you....""She's gone." The words felt like they were being torn from his chest, leaving him bleeding. "Her suitcase is gone. She left."He pulled out his phone with shaking hands, dialed Eve's number.It went straight to voicemail.Then again. Same result.Her phone was switched off. Not dead...switched off.A choice.Dimitri stood in the kitchen of his penthouse, holding his phone, feeling the world tilt on its axis.Then he called Mike.His best friend answered on the third ring, his voice groggy with sleep."It's 3 AM," Mike said. "This better be....""Eve is gone," Dimitri said, and he heard the panic in his own voice. "