When I regained consciousness, I found myself and Isabella bound with our hands behind our backs, suspended by iron chains at opposite ends of an abandoned warehouse.The ringleader toyed with a remote, grinning savagely at Vito. "Heir to the Moretti family," he sneered. "Two women. You only get to save one."Vito snorted, ignoring his question.As the don of New York's underworld, he never walked into a fight unprepared."Oh, I forgot to tell you, there's a bomb in the center of the room," the kidnapper added with a laugh, waiting for the show to begin.Vito's movements faltered for a split second, but he remained calm.He trusted his men implicitly. Baptized in blood and fire, there was nothing they couldn't handle.Sure enough, the men Vito brought with him quickly subdued the kidnappers.He looked up at the two of us, suspended in mid-air, and thought for a moment.Then he nodded, almost imperceptibly, and his men moved to release Isabella's chains first.Just then, the ringleader,
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