Maid To The Mafia

h came in shallow bursts, her mind racing with the implications of what had just happened. She had tried so hard to escape, to bury

g she thought she knew about loyalty, love, and trust. He was back. Not physically-not yet-but his p

er-present danger behind when she ran, when she left everything she had known in search of a quieter, safer existe

quiet rows, the sunlight filtering through the trees, casting long shadows on the pavement. But to Isabella, the

w this mysterious package... it all pointed to one undeniable t

he happy, hopeful couple they had once been. She felt the ache in her chest, the sting of lost time, of love

run, to hide. She had built a new life. A humble one, yes, but one she could call her own. A life that no longer revolved

o walk away from him, from the mafia, from everything that had hurt her. She couldn't let it dr

rgent, more insistent. And for a moment, Isabella hesitated, wondering if she should simply ignore it, shut herself off from whatever was

, half-expecting to see the woman from earlier standing there again. But instead, the man who had been the center

nar

the intimacy they had once shared-but it was buried beneath layers of hardened resolve and silent fury. The man who had once been her lover, h

low, yet carrying a weight that was i

r mouth. "I've already told you," she said, her voice steady, though she could feel the cracks forming beneath the surface. "I do

aking the steel in his eyes. He was the mafia boss, the man who controlled everyt

I need your help, Isabella. The family... the organization is falling apart. There's a power strugg

t so hard to escape. She shook her head, her voice growing firmer. "I don't care about your mafia, Leonardo. I don't care what's h

of something deeper-something dangerous-in his eyes. But he quic

walk away from everything that has been built, everything that is owed to you? Yo

-one of power, wealth, and violence. But she had fought to break free of it. She had chosen a different pa

You chose your empire over me. You chose power over love. You don't get to

d still, his face unreadable. For a moment, Isabella thought he might leave, that he might finally accept the fact that s

th something that felt almost... vulnerable. "I made mistakes, Isabe

ut out the memories, trying to push them away. But they came rushing back-too strong, too painful to ignore. The

cracking. "I can't go back. Not to

of something in his eyes-something like regret, mixed with anger, and perhaps... fea

ore, Isabella. This is bigger than both of us. The mafia is in turmoil, and if we don't act fast,

of the life she had tried to escape, the life she had fought so hard to leave behind. The dange

. She looked at Leonardo, her heart heavy with emotion, and

ment she let him back into her

sure she was