Maid To The Mafia

interior cold and sterile, the leather seats smooth under her fingertips. Her eyes flickered over the city outside the window-familiar, yet foreign, a place that

ocus on the road ahead, but her thoughts kept returning to the events of the past few days. The knock on her door. The package. The co

he was right. She hadn't chosen to return. Not consciously, at least. But the call of the mafia world, the peop

ion, but not the kind you'd find in a wealthy neighborhood. This was different-a fortress, designed to intimid

she had closed her eyes to sleep. But it was nothing compared to seeing it in person-the towering gates, the high stone walls, the flic

he woman in the front seat turned to look at Isabella. "

wanted to run, to turn away, but she knew she couldn't. Not a

evening air bit at her skin, sending a shiver through her. She adjusted the collar of her coat, trying to steady herself as sh

quiet and peace, the thought of returning to this life should have been easier. But it wasn't. It

the guard standing outside nodded at the woman, a silent acknowledgment that they were expecte

ive art adorned the walls, and the polished floors gleamed in the dim light. The place felt like a mu

e old wooden furniture, the thick curtains blocking out the outside world. She had spent so many years here, training, lea

e was a massive wooden table, surrounded by several high-backed ch

but there was something in the way he carried himself that told Isabella he was no longer the man she had once

a moment, there was a flicker of something between them-something unspoken-but

e low, but not without an edge.

ice. She had come back to help, but she wasn't about to let him see t

gh she couldn't hide the flicker of uncertai

k a seat as well, leaving Isabella with no choice but to follow suit. The tension in the room was palpable, a heavy silence that

is fractured. Too many factions, too many power plays. I need someone who

was up for grabs. Everyone wanted a piece of the pie, and if no one controlled it, the entire thing wo

" she asked again, her pati

Your knowledge of how they operate-how we operate-will be essential. You've alw

all of this behind. She had sworn to never return. And yet, here she was, sitting at the table with t

voice low, but resolute. "I came back to help

. "You're already here, Isabella. You've already made the

g she could still make a difference, thinking she could stay outside of the mess. But now, as

But now, they were all strangers. All of them had their own agendas, their own loyal

ay and fight for what she believed in, or

e tight. "I'll help. But understand this, Leonardo. I'm doing this for me. Not for you

a small, almost imperceptibl

he game b