The Mafia Temptation
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onal, had never felt more suffocating. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the bridge of my nose, trying to block out the thoughts that refused to leave. Isabel
hing. She wasn't like the others. The women who had crossed my path before were always eager to fall in line, to submit to me. But
e weight of the decisions that were yet to be made, the consequences of my actions looming over me.
o, couldn't simply discard her as I had done with so many others. There was something different about her-something that made
streets below. The world felt so far away, as if I were detached from everything. It had been this way for years-everything in my life had been calc
thoughts. My eyes narrowed, and I
de, his expression tense. "We've go
y anticipating what he wa
.. there's been some information that came through. We're getting word that he was involved
ut this was more than I had expected. Isabella's ties to her father had always been a loose thread, some
my voice colder
that. There are rumors circulating that Isabella might know more tha
he's just a pawn, Matteo. She doesn't have the ca
getting reports that suggest otherwise. Her father might h
de me. "You're telling me that Isabella is somehow involved in whatever her fa
re are connections we can't ignore. We need to keep
pping away. I've got everything under control. If she knows
"Just be careful. If there's more to this t
of losing control of the situation. "I'll handle it. J
racing. Isabella. Was she truly involved in whatever her father had been
n't matter. I would break her. No matter what secr
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like a prisoner. His cold, calculated words echoed in my mind, his presence still lingering in the space. H
ts glittered in the distance, a stark contrast to the darkness inside the room. I wanted to escap
re coul
it clear that there was no escaping him. And the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was tangled in something much larger than I h
a mess of conflicting emotions. Fear. Anger. Confusion. And beneath it all, a strange
choice. And part of me wondered if he was right. Part of me feared what might happen
trapped, caught in a game I didn't understand, and no
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a. Her face was burned into my memory, her defiance a constant reminder of the challenge
ouldn't ha
ht me at every turn. There was something more to her than met the eye, something I needed to u
my control. And that made her dangerous-dangerous to me, and dangerous to
e lights shimmering below, but the beauty of it felt distant, almost irrelevant. All I could think
ubmit. It was only