Isabel blinked, fear grabbed her heart hearing his question. Telling him about Devin is equal to killing him. Because she knew Viso would kill him and Isabel wouldn't let it happen. He was her last hope for her father's case. Viso squinted his eyes and traced the outline of her jaws with his finger, "Tell me Cara. Who is this man!" He gritted the last word and Isabel slightly flinched seeing the dark look on his face. Gone was his deception of being a good man. Today, she was once again facing ‘The Bonkers.’She gulped her fear and shook her head. "I don't know. He asked for money, I gave him in exchange for the proof he gave me against you."Viso clenched his jaws even harder. He knew she was lying. It was written all over her face, His Cara was a terrible liar. Her answer angered Viso but instead of using his information extortion methods on her, which He loves using on people who think they could lie to The Bonkers, He remained silent.Because the woman standing in front of him wa
"Open this damn door, I want to meet Isabel!" Helena screamed and kicked the huge iron gate harshly. "Open up, you bloody monsters!" Helena was shaking all over in fear not only for her friend but for her son too. They broke every electronic gadget in her house, warned her of the consequences of doing anything against Viso and Evan and left. Helena knew it was foolish to contact the police when she knew very well that the police were not going to help her. It was Liam who asked her to follow Isabel. She was proud of her son's bravery. Instead of being scared with the whole situation, he was worried about Isabel. Helena didn't think twice before following her friend. She used the emergency fund and brought two business class plane tickets to reach Florence from Rome because there was no economy class ticket. The tickets ruined her emergency fund but she had no regrets over it. So exactly after four hours she was here in Florence ready to fight those two mafia heads and their armies if
Viso tilted his head, staring at her. His mind blanked hearing her words. He wouldn't get his wife back? It should affect him, didn't it? Afterall He brought her back to have the same moments with her, to enjoy her the same way as before. But her words didn't affect her in any negative way. Why? Because Viso was not a man to feel deep feelings. He had always run from emotions, feelings especially a woman's sentiments. He was never able to comprehend them. After the age of ten, He forgot everything about normal human’s life. He thought He had been suppressing his childhood trauma, his feelings inside, in the darkest corners of his heart but in reality He was incapable to understand them. Those feelings wanted to come to him but He was a failure to understand them. Since Isabel came into his life, He felt at peace, because one thing in which Viso was an expert was that He had the ability to recognize people’s personality and their intentions. He knew his innocent Angel, his wife natur
Isabel sighed after drinking the water from the glass with shaking hands. The plan Helena told her was risky but she didn't have other options to get rid of these criminals.She rested the glass on the kitchen counter and widened her eyes seeing the shadow on her head. Thinking it was Viso, she didn't dare to turn. Did He hear her conversation with Helena? But they were conscious enough to discuss it in her room. But again why would these criminals let her friend and Liam stay in this same Place without any purpose? When he walked close to her and almost near her, Isabel jumped back and turned around in fear. “Don't touch me..” Isabel screamed but gasped seeing him. “I was here to call you, Mrs D’angelo!” “You scared me, James!” Isabel placed her hand on her heart which was beating wildly and looked at James' worried face. “Capo is waiting for you in his room and demands your presence, so please...” Isabel bit her lower lip in anxiety, so now He wanted the price of his leniency,
“Hear me out, clear and cut, Viso D’angelo. I hate you. I hate you so much. Just die and end my Misery!” Viso swirled the wine in the glass In his hand and recalled her last words. He gulped the drink in one go. “So what that bastard barked now? Did you track his whereabouts?” Evan finally broke the silence which he had been successfully tolerating for the last thirteen minutes, sitting beside him in the wet bar in his wing. He had been staring at his Compagno's face who was smoking and drinking side by side, his favourite combination. Viso placed the glass on the counter, pulled his phone out of his pocket and slid it towards Evan for him to read the message. He knew Isabel was stalking his phone to get some proof to put him behind the prison. Poor her, didn't know it was an impossible task even if she got something about his colourful deeds. Evan grabbed the phone from the counter and read the message, His nose flared reading the words.“Fuck! So your doubt was right. Sandro moth
Viso eyed the Cheese pasta He just prepared. It was her favourite as He recalled from their chats during those long beautiful nights they spent in each other's arms three months ago. As He recalled that time, He understood that He didn't miss only the sex He had with her. Yes, it was one of the most important things and He wanted to enjoy that time again. But what Viso missed was her talks, her loving gestures. He missed her smile and the moments they shared in bed when He used to hold her close in his arms and sniff the floral scent of her body. He loved the strawberry lotion she used to wear, her cherry lipstick. Fuck! He wanted those moments back. And for that He needed to woo his wife back because He couldn't wait to live those moments with her again. "You asked for me, Capo?" James' voice broke his thought process.He turned around and nodded, "Are all the arrangements done in my room?" He asked, James gave him a simple nod. "Everything is done as per your orders, Capo."Viso n
"Angel, He is hurting me," The voice from the other end sobbed hard. Viso forgot to blink or breathe. Everything around him halted. He was hearing these words after so many years that it took him a moment to realise that He was not hearing them in his memory. It wasn't a hallucination. "Angel…" The sob broke the haze in his mind. "Stella Mia!" The words left his mouth in whisper before He could stop them."He is hurting me, please save me." The soft feminine voice cried again and Viso finally blinked. “Stella? Is that you?” “Y..yes.. Please come. I can't tolerate it anymore.. I Am dying Angelo. Please come..” Her pleading voice pierced Viso’s heart directly as He heard her pain and rage take over. He promised himself that the death of Sandro would be cruel and dirty but before that He needed to know about this collision by that bastard. “Stella Stella Mia… your angel will not come to save you. Didn't you realise till now that He forgot about you, He abandoned you just like that. He
“She is alive!” Viso whispered. He was both stunned and horrified. The memories He blocked in his mind now taking another form and hitting him one after another. “How is this possible? It was Stella. My Stella,” Viso’s insides were crumbling as if someone had snatched the ground under his feet. He didn't understand how to react to this situation and it was suffocating him. Evan’s brows pulled together as he watched Viso struggling with himself. He grabbed Viso’s shoulder and stood in front of him. He himself was unable to believe what he saw and heard. “Was she…was she your stella? Your sister, Compagno?” Viso snapped his eyes to Evan hearing that. His sister, It's been years, precisely twenty two years after that He heard these words again. Yes, Viso D’Angelo had a sister who He once loved so much that his uncle Secudri snatched Vienna from him to make him an emotionless dog who barks and bites upto his wishes. A Dog, That’s what Viso was trained to become his whole life. He was t