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