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Maid To The Mafia

Chapter 8 Playing the Game

Word Count: 2968    |    Released on: 02/03/2025

from overwhelming her. She had agreed to help Leonardo, agreed to step back into the very world she had fought so hard to escape. And as much as she

felt oppressive, like the walls were closing in on her with each

s as she paced along the manicured garden paths. The house was silent, its towering presence looming over her like a reminder of what she

e no one, not even family, was ever truly safe. Isabella had learned that the hard way. She had learned that love meant nothing in this world. All that mattered was power. And now

f footsteps behind her snapped her out of her thought

sence as commanding as ever. She turned slowly, meeting his gaze as he

ays," she replied, her tone fl

"I'm not surprised. I didn't expect you to come back and

ack because I couldn't stand to watch everything I built fall apart. And if y

ked you to follow me, Isabella. You've always been your own person. But you know as well as I do th

ipulation that governed their world. But that had been before. Back when she had believed that loyalty meant something. Back when she had believed in love. That b

Isabella said, her voice low, steady. "But I also don'

I'll give you this: You're right. You don't need to be a part of this world. But if you want to help,

had followed her, lingering in the shadows, always there, waiting for her to return. And now that she was back, she couldn't ignore the pull any longer. The mafia

ething, Leonardo. I'm not here to play by anyone's rules but my own. I'm going to fix this family. I'm going to br

r of respect in his eyes. "I never expected anything less from you. But know this-once you'

but she wasn't going to let anyone dictate the rules. She would play it on her terms, and she

nd chandeliers casting an air of opulence and power. Each of the faction heads took their seat around the long table, their expressions wary, the

h sharp features, muttered as he glanced at Isabella. "We've got more

oom. "You may think you have better things to do, but the truth is, if you don't listen to me, you'll all be out of options. This family

mirked. But no one spoke out of turn. Isabella could see the cracks in the armor of each of these leaders, and she knew how to

e steady. "I'm here to unite us. I'm here to ensure we survi

weight of his presence beside her, but it didn't affect her. She had come back for one

ared his throat. "And what makes you think you can fix this,

w and firm. "I'm the person who knows how to put this family back together.

's the deal: If you want my help, you're going to follow my lead. No more backsta

d her words. It wasn't just about power anymore-it was about survival. And Isabella had just made them realize th

bella was going to make

- Testin

. Every conversation, every deal made, carried the weight of her presence. She had made her move, and now it was a matter of seeing if the pieces would fall into place. The walls of the

for now. Or perhaps he simply had no choice but to trust her. Either way, Isabella wasn't going to waste time questioning h

as fought for, clawed at, and taken with everything one had. She had learned that lesson well. And now, as the f

he shadows since the mafia had started to fracture. Each person at the table had their own agenda, their own vision for the future of the empire.

Isabella took the reins. To some, this might have seemed like a sign of weakness. But Isabella knew better. He was biding his time, watching for any sign of we

ways searching for an advantage. Isabella had already heard rumors about him-how he had risen to power in one of the sma

vel scraping against stone. He took his seat at the far end of the

nd composed as ever. "But we're not here to rush things. If you w

ing to read her every move. They knew she wasn't the same girl who had once walked away from this world. She wasn't here for petty

ther continue to tear each other apart, fighting for scraps, or we can unite. This family can't survive if we

of the younger leaders, a man named Marcus, shifted in his seat. Isabella

pat, his voice dripping with disdain. "This is bigger than you, Isa

f you want to stay stuck in the past, fighting over scraps, then that's your choice. But if you want to be

testing her. Trying to see if she would crack under the pressure. But Isabella wasn't about to let him see her we

e had already made her offer. It was up to them no

he old ways don't work anymore. The world is changing, and we need to adapt. You can't keep running t

he was thinking it over. Whether he would accept her terms or not was still unclear, but she

away?" Marcus asked, his voice hesitant, but cur

avering. "I'm telling you that if we don't change, we'll all be s

aking her one of the most dangerous players in the room. "And how do you plan on achieving this uni

make promises. I'm here to make sure we all have something

her. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. A crack in her

tions. Every leader had their own agenda, but they all knew what was at stake. The mafi

the woman who had walked away. They were looking at her as the one who held the key to their survival. They may not

r. They were testing her, watching to see if she would crack under the pressure.

hind, his eyes locked on her. There was a flicker of som

aid quietly. "You've

the intensity of the meeting. "I'm not don

this world. But you've made your move. Now, it's just a matter

. But that was a lifetime ago. The man standing before her now was someone else-som

was ready to win

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