Naples, Italy — Sinclair’s Villa
The gates opened like the jaws of some ancient beast.
Sinclair was waiting.
White shirt. Open collar. Barefoot on marble. Unshaken.
Isabella entered like a storm in silk. Black suit. Heels clicking like threats. Ali behind her, silent as a shadow.
No weapons drawn.
Yet.
The Room Where It All Fell Apart
He didn’t speak. He looked — that same gaze that once pinned her to glass in Milan, now trying to peel off her armor again.
> “You look like revenge,” he said finally.
> “And you look like a lie I almost believed.”
She stepped into the lounge. No lights. Just moonlight dripping through floor-to-ceiling windows. Their silhouettes danced on the marble like ghosts retelling a memory.
> “You lied to me,” she said flatly.
> “I protected you.”
> “Bullshit. You knew who I was. You let me walk in. You watched me fall. You let me go because you thought I’d crawl back.”
Sinclair poured himself whiskey. He poured her one too — not asking. She didn’t take it.
> “You bugged my safe,” he murmured. “But I let you.”
> “You toyed with me.”
> “You think that night was a game to me?” His voice cracked. “I knew the second I saw you, you weren’t just another shadow. But I didn’t betray you.”
She stepped closer. Inches now. Her scent a trigger. Her stare lethal.
> “Then who sent the message? Who told me you sold me out?”
> “Check the source,” he said. “It wasn’t me.”
He wasn’t begging. He wasn’t folding.
But she saw it — the twitch in his jaw. The guilt. The ache.
The Turn
She pulled a flash drive from her bra, held it up.
> “This? It’s everything. The leak. The double cross. And your name was never on it.”
He blinked. Slowly.
> “Then why are you here?”
> “To see if I could still kill you anyway.”
Silence. Tension. Lust. Rage.
> “Could you?” he asked.
She stepped even closer. One hand on his chest.
> “I’ve already buried one man I loved. I’m not doing it again.”
Sinclair’s hand found her waist. Gripped her like a sin he’d never confess.
> “Then don’t leave this time.”
She leaned in, lips near his.
> “Don’t give me a reason to.”
And then, just before their mouths met — she pulled back.
> “I run the game now.”
She turned. Ali was waiting by the door. Isabella didn't look back.
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MAFIA QUEEN
Short StoryAfter the 3 sentries she is born, the only girl in the family. But they are not the ordinary people they are famous Italian Mafia. THE FERRARI FAMILY But they lost her because of the work they are in and because of their reputation. ************...
