Mafia obsession

🤍🦋 Chapter 9🦋🤍:🤍🦋War for Possession 🦋🤍

Chapter 9: War for Possession

Serge Casanova's eyes narrowed as he watched Isabella walk away with Dante Moretti. He knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to get what he wanted.

"Isabella," he called out, his voice low and menacing.

Isabella turned around, a look of fear in her eyes. "Serge, what do you want?"

Serge smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I want what you have," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "And I'll do whatever it takes to get it."

Dante stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger. "You'll never touch her," he growled.

Serge laughed, the sound sending a chill down Isabella's spine. "Oh, I think I will," he said. "You see, Isabella has something that belongs to me. Something that could ruin me if it falls into the wrong hands."

Isabella's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with fear. What did Serge want from her?

"What is it?" she demanded, her voice firm.

Serge smiled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you know," he said. "And I'll do whatever it takes to get it."

Without warning, Serge's men moved in, surrounding Isabella and Dante. Serge smiled again, his eyes glinting with triumph.

"You see, Isabella," he said. "I'll do whatever it takes to get what I want. And if you don't give it to me, I'll make sure you suffer."

Isabella's eyes flashed with fear, but she stood tall, her voice firm. "I'll never give it to you," she said.

Serge laughed again, the sound sending a chill down Isabella's spine. "We'll see about that," he said.

And with that, Serge's men moved in, dragging Isabella away. Dante fought back, but he was outnumbered.

"Isabella!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the night.

But Isabella was gone, dragged away by Serge's men.

Serge smiled again, his eyes glinting with triumph. "You'll never see her again," he said.

But Dante knew that he couldn't give up. He had to find Isabella, no matter what it took.

"I'll find her," he vowed, his eyes blazing with determination.

And with that, the war for possession began. Serge fighting for secrets, and Dante fighting for love.

Serge's men dragged Isabella to a remote warehouse on the outskirts of town. She struggled and kicked, but they were too strong.

"Let me go!" she shouted, but they just laughed.

When they arrived at the warehouse, Serge was waiting. He smiled as he saw Isabella, his eyes glinting with triumph.

"Welcome, Isabella," he said. "I've been waiting for you. You have something that belongs to me, and I'm going to get it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Isabella said, trying to sound brave.

Serge laughed. "Don't play dumb, Isabella. I know all about your little secret. And I'm going to get it out of you, one way or another."

Isabella spat at his feet. "You'll never get what you want from me," she said.

Serge smiled again. "Oh, I think I will," he said. "You see, I have ways of making people talk. And I'm not afraid to use them."

And with that, he nodded to his men. They began to torture Isabella, trying to break her spirit.

But Isabella refused to give in. She knew that if she told Serge what he wanted to know, it would put Dante in danger.

So she suffered in silence, her body broken but her spirit unshaken.

Meanwhile, Dante was searching for Isabella. He knew that Serge had taken her, and he was determined to get her back.

He gathered his men and launched a rescue mission, fighting their way through Serge's henchmen to reach the warehouse.

When they arrived, they found Isabella broken and battered, but still refusing to give in.

Dante's heart went out to her as he saw her condition. He knew that he had to get her out of there, and fast.

"Isabella, I'm here," he said, his voice soft. "I'm going to get you out of here."

Isabella looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. "Dante," she whispered.

"We have to get out of here, now," Dante said, scooping her up in his arms.

But Serge was not finished yet. He appeared out of the shadows, a gun in his hand.

"You'll never take her from me," he snarled.

Dante smiled grimly. "Watch me," he said, and with that, he launched himself at Serge.

The two men fought, their fists flying as they battled for control.

But in the end, Dante emerged victorious, Serge lying defeated at his feet.

"It's over," Dante said, turning to Isabella. "You're safe now."

Isabella smiled weakly, her eyes filled with tears. "Thank you," she whispered.

And with that, Dante and Isabella made their escape, leaving Serge and his men behind.

But the war for possession was far from over. Serge vowed to get his revenge, and Dante knew that he would have to be constantly on guard to protect Isabella.

The battle may have been won, but the war was far from over.