The Mafia's Mistress

The Hunt Begins

The night after the ambush, Bella lay in bed, wide awake despite the darkness that enveloped the room. Luca had left earlier, making calls, setting up the next phase of their plan to eliminate Vincent. The threat hung over them like a storm cloud, and though they were physically close, the looming danger kept a tense distance between them.

Bella knew they had no choice but to push forward. Vincent was a predator, but they had weakened him. The ambush had been sloppy, a sign that he was losing control. But they couldn't afford any more mistakes. Bella needed to stay focused—especially as she and Luca grew closer. Each day, she could feel her attachment to him deepening, but it wasn't just the physical tension between them that scared her. It was the fear of losing him. Of losing everything they had fought for.

Luca returned in the early hours of the morning, slipping quietly into bed beside her. Bella could feel the weight of his exhaustion, but also the relentless drive that kept him going.

"Vincent's on the move," Luca whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "We have a location. It's time."

Bella turned to face him in the darkness. "What's the plan?"

Luca's fingers traced a slow, deliberate path along her arm. "We strike. Hard. We've got a window of opportunity, and we're going to take it."

Bella's heartbeat quickened. She wasn't afraid, not anymore. She was ready. But the intensity in Luca's eyes, the edge in his voice—it made her realize just how dangerous this final move would be.

"I'm with you," she said softly, her hand finding his beneath the sheets. "Whatever happens, I'm with you."

Luca didn't reply. Instead, he pulled her closer, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a promise. A promise that they would see this through together.

The next day, preparations began in earnest. Luca's men moved swiftly, gathering intel, mapping out strategies, while Bella trained harder than ever. She was no longer a bystander in this world—she was a warrior. And she would fight beside Luca until the end.

By the time night fell, the plan was set. They would strike Vincent's compound, a remote mansion just outside the city. It was heavily guarded, but Luca had a mole on the inside. They knew the layout, the guards' shifts, the weak points. But even with all the preparation, Bella knew that nothing was guaranteed.

As they rode toward the compound in a convoy of black SUVs, Bella couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between her and Luca. The way he looked at her now, the way he touched her—it was more than just desire. It was something deeper, something that scared her as much as it thrilled her.

"We're going to end this," Luca said, his voice low and steady as they neared their destination.

Bella nodded, her fingers tightening around the grip of her gun. "We are."

They reached the edge of the compound just before midnight. Luca's men moved swiftly, disabling the perimeter guards without a sound. Bella and Luca stayed close, moving through the shadows as they made their way toward the main house.

Inside, the tension was palpable. Bella could hear the faint sound of footsteps, the creak of floorboards, as Vincent's men patrolled the halls. But they were ready for this. Luca had planned every detail, every contingency.

And then, in a matter of minutes, chaos erupted.

Gunfire echoed through the halls as Luca's men stormed the compound. Bella stayed by Luca's side, her heart racing as they moved together, a well-oiled machine. She took down two guards with precision shots, her training paying off in ways she hadn't anticipated. But there was no time to think, no time to hesitate.

As they reached the main room, the place where Vincent had holed himself up, Bella felt the weight of everything that had led them to this moment. It wasn't just about revenge anymore. It was about survival. About freedom.

Vincent stood at the far end of the room, flanked by his remaining guards. He looked older, more haggard than Bella remembered, but his eyes still gleamed with that same cold cruelty.

"Well, well, Luca," Vincent sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You brought your little girlfriend along. How touching."

Luca didn't respond. His gun was already raised, his eyes locked on Vincent with deadly intent.

"You're finished," Luca said, his voice calm, controlled. "It's over."

Vincent's smirk faltered for just a moment, but then he straightened, his hands resting on the desk in front of him. "You think killing me will make you any different, Luca? You've already become me. You'll never escape this."

For a moment, the room was silent, the weight of Vincent's words hanging in the air. But then Luca pulled the trigger, a single shot echoing through the room as Vincent crumpled to the ground.

Bella stood frozen for a moment, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. It was over. Just like that, it was over.

Luca lowered his gun, his breathing steady as he turned to Bella. "We're done here," he said quietly. "Let's go."

Bella nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as they made their way back through the compound. It wasn't until they were outside, the cold night air hitting her skin, that she allowed herself to exhale.

It was over. They had won. But as she looked at Luca, she realized that their fight wasn't just about Vincent. It was about the world they had chosen, the life they were building together. And that fight was far from over.