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Bound To The Mafia Chapter 73
LUCAThe city breathed differently at night.It was alive—buzzing, watching, waiting. Every shadow had eyes. Every silence had weight.I sat in the back of the SUV, staring out the tinted windows as we cut through Manhattan. Rafael sat beside me, his phone pressed to his ear, murmuring in low tones. The men in the front stayed silent, but I could feel their tension.They knew what tonight meant.We weren’t waiting anymore.We were hunting.Rafael ended his call and looked at me. “We found one.”My grip on the armrest tightened. “Where?”He glanced at his watch. “Warehouse on 12th. Said he’d talk—if we get there before the Scorpions do.”I nodded once. “Drive faster.”The SUV surged forward, weaving through traffic. My pulse stayed steady, but beneath it, there was something else.A slow-burning rage.Whoever this rat was, he was a loose end. And loose ends were dangerous.Fifteen minutes later, we pulled up to the warehouse—an old, forgotten
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ISADORAMy hands were shaking as I shoved my feet into my shoes. My brain felt sluggish, still trying to process my father’s words.She’s in critical condition.I wasn’t close to my mother. Not really.She had stood by silently, watching while my father did the things he did. I’d begged her to leave, to take me with her, to be more than just a ghost in that house. And she never did.And I hated her for that.For the way she let him ruin me.For the way she knew he had tried to sell me and did nothing.But she was still my mother.And no matter how much anger I held, the thought of her dying made my stomach churn.I yanked my coat on and moved toward the door, my pulse hammering. I had to get out before Bianca noticed.Because if she did? She wouldn’t let me leave.I cracked the bedroom door open, peering out. The hall was empty.Good.I slipped out, keeping my footsteps light as I made my way down the corridor. Every second felt like an etern
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ISADORAA sharp breath caught in my throat as my father’s grip tightened around my wrist.Not bruising. Not yet. But firm. Unyielding.Every survival instinct I’d honed over the years came rushing back, screaming at me to run.I swallowed hard, keeping my expression neutral even as my pulse hammered in my ears. “Let go.”His fingers flexed slightly, but he didn’t release me. “You think you can just waltz in here and walk out like you own the damn place?” His voice was low, controlled, but I caught the sneer beneath it.I squared my shoulders, refusing to flinch. “I came for her. Not for you.”His grip tightened. Just enough to be a warning.“And Luca just lets you run around in the middle of the night?” he scoffed. “Guess he’s not as smart as I thought.”I forced my expression to remain blank, but my stomach twisted.He knew Luca. Owed Luca. And after Luca had settled his debts, he had warned my father—warned him—what would happen if he ever tried to sel
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LUCAMy phone buzzed before I even reached the car.Unknown Number.I knew before I answered.I fucking knew.I pressed the phone to my ear, my pulse a slow, lethal thrum. “Where is she?”A chuckle. His chuckle.The one I used to hear when he thought he held all the cards.“Luca, Luca, Luca.” His voice was smooth, laced with fake disappointment. “You let your little fiancée out in the wild all by herself? That doesn’t seem like you.”I stepped into the car, slamming the door shut. “I’m not in the mood for games. Tell me where the fuck she is.”Silence.Then, “She’s right here.”Something rustled on the other end—then a muffled noise. A sharp inhale.Isadora.My grip on the steering wheel turned to steel. “Let me talk to her.”“Soon.” His amusement barely concealed the sick enjoyment in his tone. “But first, let’s talk about how much she’s worth to you.”I exhaled slowly. A deadly, deliberate breath. “You made a deal.”He laughed. “Di
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ISADORA I swallowed the fear clawing at my throat, forcing myself to stay still as my father’s fingers dug into my chin. “You think Luca’s just going to walk in here and let you do whatever the hell you want?” My voice was steady, but inside, I was unraveling. “You know what he’s capable of.” He smirked, leaning in. “I do. That’s why I made sure it won’t be that easy for him.” A cold wave of dread crashed over me. “What does that mean?” “It means,” he drawled, releasing my chin and standing to his full height, “you’re putting too much faith in your knight in shining armor. Even if he’s looking for you, it’ll take him days to find us.” Days. My pulse pounded in my ears. Luca was fast. Luca was ruthless. There was no way it would take him days to track me down. Unless… My stomach twisted. “You had help.” His smile widened. “Took you long enough.” A sharp chill shot through my spine. There was only one group I knew wi
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LUCA The call barely lasted a second. A single ring before it connected—just long enough for me to hear her scream. Raw. Agonized. Then—silence. The line went dead. A dangerous stillness settled over me, the kind that came before a storm. My fingers tightened around the phone until the plastic cracked. He hurt her. He fucking hurt her. Bianca sucked in a sharp breath from across the room, but she didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. I turned to Enzo. “Trace it.” His fingers flew over the keyboard, jaw tight, eyes locked onto the screen. Seconds stretched into eternity as I waited. Tick. Tick. Tick. Then— “Nothing.” His voice was clipped, tense. “Call was routed through a scrambled line. It’s untraceable.” I forced a slow breath through my nose, trying to shove down the murderous rage clawing its way up my throat. That son of a bitch planned this. I dialed another number
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LUCAI gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. The old industrial site was forty minutes away—too fucking far.Enzo sat beside me, pressing a gun clip into place. “You think he’s still there?”“He better be,” I muttered, eyes locked on the road ahead. “Or I’ll make sure he has nowhere left to fucking hide.”Rafael’s car sped alongside mine, his men following close behind. The air inside the car was suffocating—rage, desperation, and something else I didn’t want to name.I couldn’t think about what Gabriel had done to her. Couldn’t let myself imagine the worst.She’s strong. She’s still fighting.I forced my grip to loosen, inhaling sharply. “Enzo, go over the layout.”“The site’s been abandoned for years,” he said, flipping through his phone. “A warehouse, two smaller buildings, and a dock. If they’re smart, they’ll keep her underground.”My jaw ticked. Cowards.A sudden buzz in my pocket made my heart lurch. I snatched my phone up,
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ISADORAI barely had the strength to lift my head. My vision swam, but I knew that voice.Luca.A sharp, strangled breath escaped me, relief and fear tangling in my chest. He was here. He came for me.Gabriel took a lazy drag from his cigarette, exhaling a trail of smoke like this was nothing but a game. “You’re late, boy.”I flinched at the mocking tone, but Luca didn’t move. He stood in the doorway, a shadow of pure, restrained fury. His gun was leveled at my father’s head, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack.But his eyes—when they flicked to me—burned with something darker.Possession.Rage.Desperation.And something deep inside me shattered.“Let her go,” Luca said, voice low and lethal.Gabriel laughed. “And miss the grand reunion?” He flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing the ember beneath his boot. “You took everything from me, Luca. You didn’t actually think I’d let you keep her, did you?”His gaze dropped to m
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ISADORAThe Next Morning“Peonies or white roses?” Laura asked, holding up the two mood boards like this decision could alter the course of history.I eyed both, pretending to care even though my head wasn’t really in it. My heart was, though—because this wedding? It meant freedom. A promise. A future. Even if the groom walked around with a loaded gun and nightmares carved into his bones.“Peonies,” I said, eventually. “They’re softer.”Laura nodded, scribbling a note. “And the dress fitting is still set for Friday. Your shoes came in yesterday, and we need to finalize the seating chart.”“Luca’s not going to care who sits where,” I muttered.She smirked. “He cares more than he lets on. He told Rafael to make sure your uncle doesn’t sit next to that one cousin you hate.”I blinked. “He knows about that?”“Girl, he knows everything.”I bit back a smile.Maybe he did.Maybe he was listening.Luca and Rafael popped in and out—checking on securi
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ISADORALater That DayI didn’t go back to my room. Couldn’t. I needed clarity, not the suffocating silence of silk sheets and locked doors. So I went to the only place that ever made sense when everything else didn’t—the garden. Luca’s mother’s garden, to be exact. It was a piece of serenity tucked between the chaos, the only place in this mansion that hadn’t been touched by blood or secrets.I walked along the stone path, brushing my fingers against the petals of the roses she used to care for. It was ironic, how something so delicate could survive here, in a place built on violence and power plays. Maybe that’s why I liked it—because it reminded me of what I wanted to be. Soft when I chose to be. Sharp when I needed to be.I sat on the stone bench at the edge of the garden, pulling my knees to my chest, letting the wind carry my thoughts. I didn’t hear him approach—not at first—but I felt it. That same tension in the air. That same storm.Luca.He didn’t say anyt
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ISADORAThe Next MorningI woke to the faint scent of sandalwood and fire.Luca.Even before my eyes opened, I could feel him—his presence thick in the air, like a storm had passed through and left its electricity behind. The sheets beside me were cool, but the echo of him lingered. A ghost of warmth. A shadow of protection. And danger.I sat up slowly, the silk of my nightgown whispering against my skin as I ran a hand through my hair. The mansion was too still. Like it was holding its breath.Or maybe… like he was.The last few days had been a blur of lace, tastings, flower samples, and dress fittings. Smiles that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Laughter that felt like someone else’s. I’d played the part—I always did—but I wasn’t blind.Luca had changed.There was an edge to him now, sharper than usual. Not the possessive, controlling type that gripped my waist too tightly or growled when someone looked at me too long—no, this was colder. Strategic. Distant.
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EMILIO Unknown Location The ice clinked against the side of the glass as I stirred lazily, the amber liquid inside catching the light of the chandelier above. “Status?” I asked, mirroring the same word Morretti was probably spitting into his phone right now. Viktor stood across the room, arms folded, expression sharp. “She was shaken. He’s rattled. Mission accomplished.” A smile tugged at my mouth. “Good.” I rose from the armchair and crossed to the wall of screens, all still frames from different angles—streets, clubs, surveillance feeds. And right in the center, a blurry image of Isadora, caught mid-turn in that little bridal boutique. Fear in her eyes. Vulnerability in her shoulders. It was art. “She didn’t see the blade,” Viktor said. “Just the man. It was enough.” “That was the point,” I murmured. “It was never about hurting her. Not yet. It was about jarring him.” I tapped the screen slowly, the rhythm like a
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LUCAAn Hour LaterI watched her disappear down the hall with a flicker of a smile on her lips. A rare one. One I hadn’t seen in too long.God, I missed that smile.The moment she turned the corner, I was already pulling my phone from my pocket.“Status?” I asked, voice low.Rafael answered on the first ring. “We tracked the van. No plates. Abandoned in Queens. Torched.”Of course it was. “Surveillance?”“Nothing clean. Either they knew the angles or they’ve got someone on the inside feeding them locations.”I let out a breath, slow and steady. My fingers clenched around the glass in my hand, tension humming just beneath my skin.“Pull every camera within a ten-block radius. I want facial recognition run on anyone near that vehicle in the past twenty-four hours.”Rafael was silent for a beat. “Luca, you should tell her what we know. She’s not stupid—”“No,” I cut him off. “She doesn’t need more reasons to lose sleep. Let her plan the damn wedding.”
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LUCAThe Next MorningThe storm inside me hadn’t passed. It had simply settled into a quiet rage, one that hummed beneath my skin like a loaded gun. I stood by the window in my office, watching the sun claw its way up through the skyline, wondering how the hell it had come to this.Emilio. That name was starting to rot in my brain. I should’ve seen him coming. I should’ve anticipated the move, the breach. The moment I saw the fear in Isadora’s eyes, I knew I’d failed. And failure? That’s not something I wear lightly.She was right. She always is when it comes to the things I don’t want to admit. I’d been so obsessed with shielding her, watching her every move, preparing for every threat—except the one that slipped right past us. And she’d seen it clearer than I had: maybe she wasn’t the real target. Maybe I was.But fuck, if I’m the target, then fine. Let them come. I can take it. I’ve taken worse. What I can’t take? Watching her unravel, feeling that grief eating her
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ISADORA “I mean,” I continued, my voice tightening with each word, “what if it’s not me they want? What if they’re after you? What if Emilio’s plan is bigger than just hurting me? Maybe I’m just the distraction.” I saw the shift in him, but it wasn’t shock. It was something else—an understanding. A knowing. “I thought I’d made that clear,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like he was speaking to himself. “You’re always the first to be in danger because they know what you mean to me. But I’ve never thought you were the ultimate target.” My chest tightened at the realization. I wanted to argue, but the truth was, he already knew. He’d already thought of it. He always thought of everything. “You always think about me,” I murmured, my voice cracking slightly, “but you never think about yourself. About what could happen to you.” He stepped closer, but this time there was no anger in his movement. Just an unsettling calm. “You don’t get it, Isador
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ISADORAThe tension in the house was suffocating. Luca hadn’t spoken much since last night, but I could feel his presence—watchful, calculating. He was always in control, but now? Now he was something else entirely. A storm waiting to break.I sat in the library, pretending to read while my mind ran in circles. Emilio. The name had latched onto my thoughts, sinking its claws in, refusing to let go. He had sent someone to me. He had found me. I was supposed to be safe under Luca’s protection, yet a stranger had slipped past his security like it was nothing.A sharp knock at the door made me jump.Laura stepped in, eyes scanning me carefully before shutting the door behind her. “You okay?”I sighed, closing the book I wasn’t actually reading. “I don’t know.”She sat on the armrest of my chair, crossing her arms. “Luca is losing his mind over this.”I snorted. “Yeah, I gathered that much.”“Have you spoken to him?”I shook my head. “Not since last night. He ju
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LUCAThe moment Marco left, I poured myself a drink, but it did nothing to settle the fire burning in my chest. My mind was already running through every possibility, every name that could be responsible for this betrayal.A fucking mole.Someone close. Someone who had access. Someone who knew too much.I needed to be careful. If I made the wrong move, they’d spook, and we’d lose our one chance to track this bastard back to Emilio.My fingers flexed around the glass before I tossed back the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to temper my rage.I pulled out my phone again and dialed Bianca.She answered on the first ring.“Luca.”“Where are you?” I asked, skipping the pleasantries.There was a pause, then, “My office.”“Stay there. I’m coming.”I didn’t wait for her response before I grabbed my jacket and headed for the door.---BIANCA’S OFFICEBianca looked up as I stormed in, her eyes narrowing at my expression. “This isn’t a social visit
