All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess: Chapter 71 - Chapter 79

The moment Lorenzo's lips met hers, every thought inside Isabella's head scattered.The anger.The doubt.The fear.For one stolen moment, all of it disappeared.Only him remained.Only Lorenzo.His hands settled firmly at her waist, drawing her closer as though the distance between them had become unbearable.Isabella's fingers instinctively gripped the front of his shirt.The kiss deepened.Not rushed.Not reckless.But filled with everything neither of them had been able to put into words.The frustration.The longing.The sleepless nights.The constant fear of losing one another."I want to be inside you..." he whispered into her ears, and then spun her around until she was facing the desk.Isabella could feel her inside get hot and moist, as he bends her over the desk.She wanted him too.She doubts they would ever be a time she would be able to resist him.Soon she felt her dress lifted up and puddled around her waist.Then the sound of his zipper came next.The anticipation thr

The warehouse remained deathly silent.Nobody moved.Nobody breathed.The barrel of Lorenzo's pistol remained pressed against Luca's forehead.One twitch.One mistake.One wrong answer.And years of loyalty would end with a bullet.Luca could feel the sweat gathering at the back of his neck.Not because he feared death.Death had followed him for most of his life.But because the man holding the gun wasn't merely his boss.Lorenzo was the man he had followed through wars.The man he had bled beside.The man he had trusted more than anyone.And now Lorenzo was looking at him like an enemy.The realization hurt more than the pistol ever could."Boss..."Luca's voice remained steady despite the pressure."I swear on my life."Lorenzo's expression didn't change."I didn't betray you."Silence.The gun remained where it was.Luca swallowed."You know me."Nothing."You know I would never do that."Still nothing.The warehouse suddenly felt colder.Lorenzo's eyes searched his face carefully

Luca did not sleep.Not properly.Not after what had happened.Not after watching Don Lorenzo Valenti point a gun at his head.Not after seeing millions disappear overnight from an operation that only a handful of people knew existed.And certainly not after realizing he had made a mistake.A potentially fatal one.After he let Isabella enter Don Lorenzo's study, Luca found himself standing outside Nico's bedroom door.His jaw was clenched.His eyes hard.His patience thin.For several seconds, he simply stared at the door.Then knocked.Three sharp raps.Inside, Alessandro looked up from where he sat on his bed."Come in."The door opened immediately.Luca stepped inside and shut it behind him.The tension in the room became instant.Luca didn't bother sitting.Didn't bother with greetings either.He stood near the door with folded arms.Watching him.Studying him.Like an interrogator preparing to question a suspect.Alessandro forced himself to remain calm."What happened?"Luca ig

An hour later, the atmosphere inside the Valenti Mansion grew even heavier.The tension that had lingered all morning suddenly sharpened.Something was happening.Everyone could feel it.The front doors burst open as several Valenti men entered the mansion.Between them was a man.A stranger.His hands were bound behind his back.Blood stained his shirt.One eye was swollen shut.His face looked barely recognizable after whatever beating he had received during his capture.The man stumbled forward as one of the guards shoved him."Move."The prisoner nearly fell.Luca appeared from a nearby hallway immediately.His expression hardened the moment he saw the captive.Good.Very good.They finally had someone who could answer questions.Questions that Don Lorenzo desperately wanted answered.Questions that would determine who lived and who died."Take him downstairs," Luca ordered.The guards nodded.Without hesitation, they dragged the prisoner toward a restricted section of the mansion

The screams echoed through the underground room.Sharp.Agonizing.Relentless.But the prisoner still refused to talk.Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.His face had swollen beyond recognition.One eye was completely shut.His breathing came in ragged gasps.Yet somehow, he was still holding on.Don Lorenzo stood several feet away, watching with cold, unreadable eyes.The torture had gone on for nearly an hour.Questions.Demands.Threats.Pain.Nothing worked.The prisoner simply refused to break.Luca stood beside Don Lorenzo, becoming increasingly frustrated."Tell us who hired you."Silence.A Valenti guard drove a fist into the prisoner's stomach.The man groaned.Coughed blood.But still said nothing.Don Lorenzo's jaw tightened.This was becoming ridiculous.Nobody was this loyal.Nobody.Eventually everyone talked.Eventually everyone chose survival.Yet this man seemed determined to die.And that fact bothered Don Lorenzo more than the hijacked operation itself.Bec