All Chapters of Isadora, The Mafia Queen: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Isadora "You owe me a wish, Isadora."The silence had stretched between us for a moment, as I held my breath. His weight pressed into me, firm and familiar in a way I hated to admit. My heart pounded, but it wasn't from the fight."What do you want?"I asked, my voice getting caught in my ragged breaths as I looked into his eyes. They were filled with what looked like hunger, heavy and deep intensity.He took time before replying, as if debating whether to voice it out or not."I want to fuck you. And I want it right here and now." His voice was a low growl, laced with lust and hunger.The sound of those words turned me on and made me so horny as I struggled to remain calm."Y-you said that was a one night thing, that it couldn't happen again." I stuttered, trying to maintain my composure and ignore the feelings I was getting between my legs."I know what I said Isadora, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night- about you." He was looking at me like he wanted to devo

Isadora"What?"I asked, taken aback and redirecting my focus and energy to his words.His gaze lingered on Ivan for a second, before he dragged it back to me, adjusting his tone and posture."Cesar sent a message, boss." I took note of how he addressed me, already aware that a personal conversation with him was waiting for me ahead."What did he say?" Ivan cut in, a skeptical look on his face."Let's go to the meeting room, Rafael is waiting. We should all hear it together." Viktor added impatiently.Clearly, whatever Cesar had sent wasn't small. I breezed past them, my thoughts running crazy as I imagined what Cesar could possibly have said in his message.Rafael was already seated, one hand tapping against the table, his face unreadable. But the tension in his shoulders told me everything."Been waiting," he grumbled, his eyes flicking between Ivan and me before landing on Viktor. "Did you tell them?"Viktor nodded. "Just the basics. Haven't given them the details yet."I pulled ou

Isadora"Can't sleep?"Viktor's voice cut through the night air, calm yet probing.I turned away from the balcony railing I was standing beside, exhaling as I slowly met his gaze. The moonlight cast a light glow over his face, making the shadows beneath his eyes look deeper."Are you checking up on me?" I asked lightly, a faint smile across my face.He smirked but didn't deny it. "I was heading to the bar. Saw the light on and came to check it out," he said as he stepped onto the balcony, standing beside me.I nodded towards the half-empty glass of champagne beside me. "Already beat you to it."For a while we didn't speak. The only sound was the distant echoes of traffic and the rustling of leaves in the cold breeze. It was peaceful- creating a false illusion as against the war we were in."I don't like it," Viktor finally said.I tilted my head slightly, looking at him. "You don't like what?""This meeting. The whole thing with Cesar. It smells like a setup, no matter how we try to t

Isadora"Let's talk," Ivan said when it was just us left in the meeting room.I sat down, placing my hands on the table."He must've overslept?" He questioned, his tone laced with sarcasm."What?" I asked, knowing exactly what he meant."Don't what me, Isadora. You know what I'm asking.""I was just saying, that's the only reason why he would miss a meeting," I maintained."And you would know that because?" he glared at me, his eyes shooting guns. I adjusted turning to face him."We had a talk last night, Ivan. I couldn't sleep and he couldn't either." My voice was steady, refusing to be intimidated by his tone."What did you both talk about that late at night?"I paused, taking a moment to put my words together. "I don't think I owe you any explanation or details of my talk with Viktor. It was a personal conversation between us."I knew exactly what I was doing, and I was having a little too much fun playing with him. It was just sex to him, so I intended to keep it at that.He scof

Isadora The warehouse was quiet. Too quiet, except for the rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the table.I sat across from Cesar in the center of the room. He was a tall man, well over six feet, with a commanding presence that demanded attention. His hair was jet black, slicked back neatly. His eyes were a piercing shade of green, sharp and calculating, with a subtle scar that ran along his right eyebrow.The air between us was thick with tension, the kind that settled in the bones and refused to leave. Cesar leaned back in his chair, his expensive suit crisp and unruffled despite the situation. His gaze flickered across the room, taking in every detail. He was measuring, calculating. But so was I.Ivan stood to my right, arms crossed, his expression hard. Rafael and Dominic, one of our men, were positioned strategically, watching Cesar’s men for any sign of deception. Viktor, however, wasn’t watching Cesar’s men. He was watching Cesar. As agreed, we had each brought a few truste