All Chapters of Mafia's Lost Princess: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Isabella"That sneaky little bastard. I don't think it's a good idea to keep him here. But he's the dawn of Rome," I reminded Damon. "Even if he is sneaky and a bastard, which I agree with both, I also think he might be useful. At least in his connections and resources," I said.Damon turned around with an expression I hadn't expected. "I don't like how he looked at you. I'd threatened to gouge his eyes out when we were alone if you went near him or if he looked at you like that.Maybe I shouldn't get you dresses like this anymore. Maybe you should wear them for me alone," he said, taking steps towards me."I'm fine with that," I said, laughing slightly and sticking out my tongue, even if it was just to provoke Paula in my mind. "What was the proposition?" Damon asked, drawing me out of my thoughts."He wants part of the city. He wants some of the land; he basically wants to run Rome, or at least an extension of it here," I said, trying to keep my words even.Damon smiled a bitter sm

Damon "What do you know that I don't?" I asked, teasing him with a smile and muttered a thank you to the bartender who placed a glass of whiskey in front of me. "I hear he's hiding something. I know he might have brought back the princess with him, but..." I trailed off internally, hating the way he spit out the word 'princess.' Suddenly, I wanted to punch this sheltered boy and watch him writhe in pain as he clutched his broken nose. His nose was suddenly too straight. "You don't say. Wouldn't you know that?" he asked me. "The masked king is a very secretive person. Even with how close I am to him, I still don't know what he looks like. I think he did bring someone with him, but there's a chance that it might be a fake. He sent me to Spain to search for the girl, but we didn't find her," I said as I leaned closer toward him. “No way. But I heard she was in the lower city.” Frederick said the his eyes wide. “Trust me, she wouldn't survive a day in the lower city.” I said as I

DamonFrank had been beaten up rather badly. His eyebrow was split, and his lip was busted in multiple places, bleeding profusely. I was willing to bet he had a broken tooth or two in his mouth. His bloody grin cemented my opinion. I leaned down and began untying his binds. I suddenly realized I could snap the ropes which gave out under the slightest pressure from me as though it were twigs. I snapped the ropes around his feet hands and the one binding him to the chair across his chest.He didn't move until I lifted him under the arm and draped his arm across my shoulder. His feet dragged behind him, but it was clear he struggled to stay upright as his breathing was labored. I kept silent as I climbed the stairs, respecting Frank's condition.Outside, the middle-aged woman stood between Miguel and Alessandro, neither of whom paid her any attention, but she was trembling in fear.As soon as they saw me, the duo moved to open the car door. Within a few minutes, Frank was in the car, an

Isabella Frank was what I would call an old hero, at least he looked the part. He also held a pivotal place in Damon's heart, earning my respect for the man. After all, he had been kidnapped and beaten up on a regular basis. My heart went out to him, and I wished I could bring him some comfort. "You shouldn't think too much about this, Isabella. I've been through worse," Frank said with a smile, but I could see pain in his gray eyes. "It doesn't matter if you have. I wasn't there. What matters now is that I'm here, and I can see this, and I'm not happy about it. I wish I could do something to burn down the estate," I responded. Perhaps I found what he did to be quite sweet, and luckily he hadn't killed anyone. Damon's eyes looked glazed over, as though he wasn't in the room with us. Was he angry that he didn't end lives, or perhaps he would rather be elsewhere? "Damon?" I called him, bringing his attention back. "Thank you. I'm grateful that you didn't do what you wanted to do, wh

Damon"That could mean anything and everything," I said as I watched the video again. "They could also be related to anyone and everyone. I'll ask Ted to run it through, and maybe if we could identify some of the names on the boxes, we could figure out who owns the place."Isabella's eyes were wide and almost gleaming in the afternoon light. My eyes found her shoulder, and I was tempted to taste her skin.This time, however, I held back as I lowered my head towards her shoulder and planted a soft kiss. Isabella giggled when my tongue came in contact with her skin.Suddenly, a phone call came in and ruined the moment. With an eye roll, I almost barked, "Hello?" into the phone."Hey, is everything okay?" I heard Justin ask."Perhaps you can tell me why there are rumors spreading about Isabella being here," I replied."I don't know," was Justin's reply. I looked at Isabella and then stood up from the armrest of her chair, walking to the window."Find out where that idiot called Frederick