Semua Bab The Mafia's Dark Obsession: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The glare of the hot sun roused Isabella the next morning. She opened her eyes and winced due to the sudden brightness. It took a while for her to adjust to the light, and when she opened her eyes again, she was shocked at the scene before her. She was in a metal cage, and there were other young girls around her. She sat up quickly, wondering how she got there. She was still in the dress she had on the previous night, damp from the rain. She was chained, just like the other girls. There were several other cages holding other girls, and the cages were chained to metal poles in a large open backyard. Frowning in confusion, Isabella leaned towards the girl beside her and whispered. "Hey. Do you know what's going on?"The girl stared at her blankly before answering. "What does it look like? We're going to be sold.""Sold?""To the highest bidder." The girl nodded. "A lot of us were lured here, while others were sold to dealers, who would resell us for pure gold."Isabella found it d

Isabella tightened the jacket around her shoulder as they headed outside. Mario who had been waiting patiently, spotted them and hurried towards the waiting car. Some of the other gang members noticed Antonio and Isabella, and they whispered within themselves. It was very rare for a slave to be bought at such high amount. Pedro noticed Antonio and he quickly excused himself from the men he was discussing with. "Antonio." He called out. Antonio frowned impatiently and turned around. "Sì, Pedro.""Are you leaving so soon? I thought you might stick around for a while."Then his gaze shifted to Isabella and he leered at her. "She's a pretty one." He mentioned. "You lucky bastard. How did you snag her before anyone else could buy her?"He reached out to touch her face, but Antonio's hand shot out and grabbed him, stopping him halfway. "Remember my rule, amico." He muttered. "This one is mine. Don't touch her."Pedro grinned and retracted his hand. "Forgive me. I just thought maybe.

Antonio felt the splatter of vomit on his shirt and he went still. Cursing softly, he turned around and stared at Isabella silently. She stared back at him innocently, wiping her mounth. He was too pissed to say a word, to surprised to wonder what kind of girl she was. So he unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it the ground. He reached out to grab her hand and she backed away. "I can't believe you killed him." She whispered. "My patience is being held by a thin thread." He murmured coldly to her. "So you better behave yourself."Isabella looked up at him, her eyes flashing with defiance. The way he called her name sounded too intimate, too sensual. It belied the storm in his eyes. "If you don't come with me, you'll be standing behind my gun next." He grabbed her hand again and pulled her along with him to the car. When she got in, he slammed the door and walked to the driver's side. Then he got in and sped away. The ride back to the villa was quiet. But not for long. "What were you

The next morning, Antonio woke up in a foul mood. He got out of bed and took a quick bath, before dressing up in a pair of grey slacks and a t-shirt. Then he grabbed a jacket and stepped out of the room. As he walked past the hallway, he stopped in front of the room Isabella was locked in. He moved close and gently touched the door, his fingers splaying over the cold metal. He was tempted to unlock it and bring her out, but he remembered what she called him last night. A monster. His brows furrowed in anger and he stepped away. He would leave her in there for a few more hours, as punishment. She had no idea how much that single word triggered him. As he made his way downstairs, forgotten memories flittered across his mind, trying to make him remember what he had buried deep within him. In his mind's eye, he saw whips and belts. He saw his father, the former el capo, a man who was a demon in disguise. Memories rushed back and he paused, gripping the stair rails tightly until his

Antonio noticed the look on her face and he smiled. "Don't be scared." He said, turning the muzzle away from her. "It's not meant for you."He reached out and placed a plate in front of her. The aroma of the food tickled her nose and made her mouth water. There were omelettes, bacon, fried pasta, steak, a tray of steaming croissants fresh from the oven, a basket of fruits, caviar, italian cheese, a kettle of coffee and a bottle of wine. Isabella had never seen such an array of food. It was enough to feed an army. Silently, Antonio filled her plate and set it in front of her. Then he helped her cut up the roasted steak into smaller pieces, poured her a glass of juice and set it beside the plate. Isabella watched him, mesmerized by his fluid movements. He had nice fingers, long and slender. When he grabbed a fork and handed it to her, she imagined those hands around her waist, and her eyes widened, shocked at her own thoughts. She lowered her face to her plate so he wouldn't notice