Mafia obsession

🤍🦋chapter 8🦋🤍:🤍🦋 secrets and lies 🦋🤍

Dante Moretti's eyes scanned the crowded room, his gaze locking onto Isabella's radiant smile like a shipwrecked sailor clinging to a lifeline. She was a vision in red, her dress hugging her curves in all the right places, her hair a wild tangle of chestnut locks that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night. But amidst the glamour and glitz, Dante's instincts screamed warning, a siren's call that echoed through his mind like a dark and foreboding prophecy.

As he made his way through the throng, a hand clapped him on the back, the sound echoing through the room like a shot. "Dante, my old friend," a voice boomed, the words dripping with false bonhomie.

"Marco, what brings you here tonight?" Dante asked, his voice low and even, a mask for the turmoil brewing inside.

"Just enjoying the festivities, Dante," Marco replied, his smile a thin-lipped affair. "Though I hear rumors of a new player in town. Someone looking to muscle in on our territory."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dante lied, his voice smooth as silk.

Marco chuckled, the sound like a snake slithering through dry leaves. "Don't play dumb, Dante. We both know you're involved with the lovely Isabella. And we both know she's got secrets. Secrets that could get her killed."

Just then, a figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes fixed on Dante with a malevolent glare. Serge Casanova, a ruthless enforcer for the Morano family, his reputation for brutality legendary.

"Ah, Dante," Serge sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "I see you're still playing hero."

"What do you want, Serge?" Dante growled, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun.

"Oh, I think you know, Dante," Serge replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You see, Isabella's secrets are worth a lot of money. And we're willing to do whatever it takes to get them."

"You're not going to touch her," Dante snarled, his voice low and deadly.

Serge chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Dante's spine. "Oh, I think we will, Dante. You see, we have something she wants. Something she'll do anything to get."

"What is it?" Dante demanded, his voice firm.

"Ah, that would be telling, Dante," Serge said, his smile growing wider. "Let's just say that Isabella has a lot to lose. And we're willing to take it all away from her."

"I'll never let that happen," Dante vowed, his eyes locked onto Serge's.

Serge laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "We'll see about that, Dante. You see, we have the upper hand here. And you're just a pawn in our game."

As Serge turned to leave, a hand grabbed Dante's arm, the touch like a spark of electricity. "Dante, we need to talk," a low voice whispered, the words barely audible over the music.

Dante turned to face a mysterious figure, their face hidden in the shadows like a phantom. "Who are you?" he growled, his voice low and menacing.

"Someone who knows the truth about Isabella's past," the figure replied, their voice a mere whisper. "Meet me outside, Dante. If you want to save her, you'll listen to what I have to say."

Dante's heart raced as he made his way through the crowd, his eyes locked onto Isabella's like a lifeline. He knew he had to protect her, no matter the cost. But as he stepped into the night air, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was walking into a trap, a spider's web of deceit and danger that threatened to consume them both.

Isabella's eyes flashed with fear, her mind racing with possibilities. "What do you want from me?" she demanded, her voice shaking with fear.

Serge's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with triumph. "Oh, I think you know. I think you know exactly what I want."

Isabella shook her head, her voice firm. "No, I don't know what you're talking about. What game? What are you trying to get from me?"

Dante's grip on her arm tightened, his eyes locked onto Serge's. "Back off, Serge. She doesn't know what you're talking about."

Serge chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Isabella's spine. "Oh, I think she does. I think she knows exactly what I'm talking about."

Isabella's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with questions. "What do you want from me? What could I possibly have that you want?"

Serge leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You have something that belongs to us. Something we want back. And we're willing to do whatever it takes to get it."

Isabella's voice trembled with fear. "What is it? What do you want?"

Serge's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you know. I think you know exactly what I want."

Dante stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "That's enough, Serge. You're not going to intimidate her."

Serge's eyes locked onto Dante's, his smile growing wider. "Oh, I think I am. I think I can do whatever I want."

Isabella's eyes flashed with fear, her mind racing with possibilities. What did Serge want from her? And what did he mean by "game"? She tried to step back, but Dante's grip on her arm held her in place.

"Let me go," she demanded, her voice firm.

Dante's eyes locked onto hers, his expression softening. "I'm not going to let him hurt you, Isabella. I promise and no matter what happens just know I love you , always."

But Isabella wasn't sure if she believed him. She wasn't sure if anyone could protect her from the danger that seemed to be closing in around her.

...................................To be continued...............................