All Chapters of SOLD TO THE MAFIA HEIR : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Isabella's POV Unspoken tension permeates the air, whirling about us like a hurricane just about to strike. Enzo's eyes show me raw will combined with something deeper, something that causes my heart to hurt even in the middle of all the turmoil we are in. His look is incomprehensible, a mask of control, but I can sense the fissures developing under surface level."Why could you not simply visit the police?" Once more, I beg, my irritation overflowing. Enzo, you cannot fight this by yourself. Not only is this your battle.His eyes tighten as a shadow crosses his face. The cops are dishonest. They are in the pocket of the same folks I am working to oppose. You would be considerably more vulnerable involving them, trust me.My heart falls, yet just now I cannot back down. "So, what's the strategy?" Your course of action is what?He pauses, peering out the window and momentarily lost in contemplation. Ignorant of the peril hiding in the darkness, the lights of the city flicker underneat

Isabella's POV The chair's hard steel reminds me sharply of the world I am imprisoned in. Every floor creak makes my heart beat; the room is darkly lighted, shadows dance on the walls. One thing is certain: I am at their mercy; I do not know where I am or what they want of me. I am alone. And Enzo is bleeding someplace right here.My breath freezes as the same silver-haired man from before walks in, his presence commanding the room. The door creaks open. Every stride deliberate, he glides with a predatory elegance. His eyes meet me, icy and detached, and a nasty smirk pulls at his mouth.As I'm0 we were old acquaintances getting together for tea, he says, "Comfortable?""Get to the point," I say, defying my anxiety. " WHY am I here?"He laughs, the sound deep and ominous. "Direct to the point. Like that. He folds his hands neatly on the table between us and settles across from me. "You are here as you are the one able to break Enzo De Luca. And I need to break up with him.I tighten

Isabella's POV Cutting through the tumult surrounding us, the loud sound of the gunshot reaches me. I'm not sure who started it; just that time slows to a crawl and every instinct in my body begs to shield Enzo. My eyesight closes to him, the weight of our situation down on like a thousand stones." Get down!" Enzo leaps forward, lunging for me. He pushes me behind a big metal container; the impact of our landing causes the air from my lungs to be knocked out. The air is full with dust and trash; I cough, trying to go back to breathing.Emilia, he adds, his voice low and desperate. Are you injured?I shake my head and can not find my voice. Blood flows from a cut on his forehead, and adrenaline fuels crazy eyes. With a hard toss of his head, he dismisses my worries by looking about the room. "We have to relocate."Another gun sounds out before I could reply; this one fragments the wooden container inches from my head. Flying splinters sliced into my flesh. I say, "They're not going t

Isabella's POV Like fire, the adrenaline pumping through my veins keeps me straight even while every muscle in my body rebels. Enzo and I stagger along the alley, each step a frantic attempt to keep as much space between us and the blood-soaked anarchy we left behind. His arm spans my shoulders, his weight comforting yet weighty. His breath is labored, he is bleeding heavily, yet his eyes are still keen, still ferociously alive.His voice strained as he growled out, "Just... a little farther."We have to halt, I say, looking over my shoulder for any indication of pursuit. The street is deserted yet the shadows appear to extend and twist. You cannot keep on like this."No choice," he says, his hold tightening. They will discover us if we stop.Knowing him is right, I bite back a curse. But I find it unacceptable to watch him like this—vibrant, sensitive. More than else, it terrifies me. More to myself than to him, I say, "We need a safe place." " Somewhere they cannot find us.""Not m

Isabella's POV The faint buzz of the metropolis beyond mixed with the sound of footfall in the distance serves as a painful reminder that the earth keeps revolving even if our reality is disintegrating. The only thing keeping me anchored to reality is Enzo's arms around me; his body's warmth and his heart's steady beat are a frail assurance we are still alive from. Just barely.Since we left the warehouse, he has not spoken. His breath is shallow but purposeful, his face a mask of concentration. Every stride is intentional. It scares me as I know he is pushing himself beyond the verge of tiredness. Should he fall, neither of us know exactly how we will get back up.We have to stop; my voice breaks from the pressure. "You're going to fall.Not yet, he says, his mouth tightly closed. Here, we are far too exposed.He's accurate. Though the deserted streets are still, I can sense danger hiding just out of sight ready for a moment of frailty. I look about, looking for somewhere that could