Maid To The Mafia

nd her felt smaller now, suffocating. Leonardo's words had clung to the air like smoke, thick and impenetrable. "You don't have a

t. She had walked away from everything once before, had run for her life, yet here it was, knocking on her door again.

had grown to cherish. And now, all of that was threatened by the return of the man who had once controlled her world. The man who had broke

ntinue to ignore the undeniable pull of the past? The power of it was overwhelming. She had tried to close that door, to lock

way. She wasn't going to let him pull her back into the nightmare. But even as she repeated th

toward the window, peering through the blinds. The car was dark, sleek, and unfamiliar. She couldn't see who h

pounding in her chest. There, standing on her doorstep, was the

ain some semblance of control. She wasn't sure how much longer she

expression unreadable. "It's time," she said

u already, I'm not involved. I've got

our personal feelings, Isabella. The mafia is tearing itself apart. It's beyond redemption unle

nderstand what it means to ask someone to come back after everything that's happened." He

you anymore. This is about survival. You can either help us, or everything you've built here, ev

fia had never truly let go of her. The organization, the family that had raised her, had always been there in the backgroun

ed to see a car slowly driving away, its black windows tinted dark enough

nar

power to make her heart race, to stir up emotions she had long buried. But no

've built something here. Something real." She swallowed hard, her voice b

ou're not just doing this for you, Isabella. You owe it to the people who are s

, her brother-gone now, wiped out in the violent turf wars of the mafia. And what had she done? She had run.

idn't want to do this. She didn't want to walk back into that life of blood and betrayal

the door and walk away from it all. But another part of her-one she had long suppressed-was still connected to that wor

. "What do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice barely ab

ck to the table. The mafia is fractured, and it's your knowledge, your experience, that can uni

made. She had chosen. And now, she had to live with it. "Let's

quences of stepping back into that world. But she had no illusions.

And this time, there

a to protect what little she has left. Her choice marks the beginning of a new path, one fraught with danger, loyalty, and potential heartbreak.