She's seductive, evil, manipulative. An assassin that will stop at nothing to kill a target.
He's dark, handsome, mysterious. A Mafia Boss that will stop at nothing for what he wants.
He's her next target.
What happens when he suddenly feels entra...
My body rages with anger as I enter the room that once held Isabella Jackson in, only to be met with a cold breeze coming through the window in the bathroom.
"Sir, we think she escaped?" One of the stupid guards inform me, as if it wasn't blatantly obvious.
I turned to face the pathetic excuse of a man, raising my gun to his head and firing the trigger.
"Show me the footage."
"Luca we can't, the power went out and deleted the tapes," I feel my blood boil
"I want five men at her apartment, if she's not there or doesn't show up, call me." Marco nods at his instructions and takes four of my men with him.
"Khai, come with me."
Khai is my tracker, if anyone can find her. It will be him.
Without saying anything else I march through the halls and enter the meeting room with Khai close behind me.
{Time Skip}
"Luca I actually came across something quite interesting about Isabella the first day you asked me to look into her background, but I didn't tell you because at the time it seemed normal," Khai speaks up after I was finished going through the security tapes myself.
I nod in his direction telling him to carry on.
Khai takes a deep breath as he grabs a file and slides it over to me. I give him a quick glance and continue to open it, only to be met by a single piece of paper.
Usually files of people in the Mafia have at least 3 to 5 pages to their name.
Who are you Isabella?
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I unclip a picture of her from the file and just hold it.
I don't know why but I just wanted to admire her for just a second.
How can someone so beautiful be so dangerous?
"Luca, if you look through the page it may seem like she's just a normal person in the Mafia. But I believe she has a darker past than we think." I look away from the picture, placing it in my pocket and glance up at Khai.
As I take a closer look at the page I notice the Italian Mafia wolf tattoo underneath a couple of other pictures.
I also notice that it says her occupation is labelled as 'erotic dancer.'
She works in a club.
"There's something off about her..." I say out loud still scanning the file.
When the words left my mouth I noticed something.
Her ID 'I54B3L14R0551...' it looked like a code. Normal IDs don't look the same as hers, maybe she's not who she says she is.
"Khai I want you to find out the background of this and report back to me if you find out anything." I speak up while handing him the file back and pointing to the ID number.
"I also need you to find out what club she is working at."
Non of this makes sense...
Khai leaves the room and as the door shuts my phone began to ring.
"Marco, have you found anything?" I ask after noticing the caller ID.
"She hasn't returned to her apartment yet, but I'll leave my men here just incase. Did you find anything?" He sounds irritated by the current situations which I can't help but smirk at.
"I still don't know why you hate her so much?" I change the topic hoping to help us both feel less stressed.
"Have you got brain damage Luca? She shot you." At the end of his sentence we both chuckle
I should probably hate her too...
"I've been shot before, it's nothing I can't handle."
"I guess you're right, I'm going to come back to the house soon so I'll talk to you later," Marco informs me
"See you later." At that I end the phone and put it into my pocket while leaving the office heading to my room.
I need a distraction, Isabella is driving me insane.
{Time Skip} 🔞
As I pull the woman's hair back I can feel her tense around my cock when slamming into her tight pussy.
"Yes, harder!" She screams
God her voice is annoying
"Shut up." I grunt trying to focus on anything but Isabella
I begin to thrust quicker as I feel my release begin to come undone.
I feel the woman beneath me cum and just as I was about too, I couldn't help but moan the name that has been taunting me for the past couple of weeks.
"My name isn't Isabella," the woman pants as she collapses onto my bed.
"We're done, you can leave now." My words are harsh as she turns over and looks up at me in disbelief.
"You're a dick."
"Yeah yeah, heard that one before." I look over to her as I put a fresh pair of boxers on, watching as she grabs her underwear off the floor and leaves.
"Luca I think it's time you took a break. Some of the boys are going to the club that's down town, want to come with us?" Marco walks into my room obviously seeing the state I'm in.
"That's sounds better than staying here looking up information on Isabella, I'm in." I look down at my watch and notice that it's 2am.
"Okay we'll be leaving in 10" Marco says as he shuts my door.
A/N:
Hey everyone! I hope you're all enjoying the story so far! 🤍
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