Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Emanuele’s actions were effortless, and with a single hand, he rendered Isabella powerless to resist or stop his advances. Isabella watched in horror as Emanuele’s lips traced a path downward, circling her abdomen before moving even further south.

Emanuele now crouched between her legs, his eyes filled with desire, and he touched her in a way that made Isabella cry out in pain.

“Emanuele, please, I beg you, spare me,” Isabella pleaded, her panic rising. She was overwhelmed, feeling as if she were a helpless, frightened dog, struggling to breathe as a suffocating sensation crept over her. Her mind began to reel from a lack of oxygen, causing it to throb and spasm.

Yet, despite her pitiable appearance, Emanuele had no intention of letting her go. There was a faint, gentle smile on his handsome face, a rare sight where Isabella was concerned.

However, in the next moment, he moved closer, and Isabella cried out in shock. She tried to kick him, but she was no match for his strength. She could only surrender to Emanuele, enduring the mixture of pain and physical pleasure. Soon, fireworks exploded in her mind, and her body trembled uncontrollably. It was only when she went completely limp that she realized how red her face had become, her eyes glazed, and tears of post-passion desire flowed.

Emanuele seemed immensely satisfied by her reaction. He stood up, leaning in to taste the scent of her body on her lips.

“Isabella, are you satisfied?” Emanuele asked, his voice a low whisper.

Isabella, now completely powerless, slumped against him.

For a while, she remained disoriented, her eyes still filled with hatred as she stared at Emanuele.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you!” Isabella shouted, feeling tainted. She was overwhelmed with anger, and the thought of what he had just done to her clouded her judgment.Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

If she had a gun at this moment, she believed she would kill Emanuele without hesitation.

A gun? That’s right, Isabella suddenly remembered. Earlier at the restaurant, she had taken a gun from a hitman.

And now, the gun was in the pocket of her skirt.

Isabella immediately moved toward her skirt, and Emanuele, not knowing her intentions, wore a contented expression.

His lower body remained firm, and he desired to take her right there. However, he restrained himself. The game between the cat and the mouse was best played slowly. Killing her instantly would take away the fun.

Thinking about the pleasure he had just received from Isabella, Emanuele licked his lips. One day, he would make her serve him in the same way.

As Emanuele was lost in his thoughts, he suddenly saw Isabella turn around, holding a gun in her hand, the barrel pointed at him.

A hint of disbelief crept onto Emanuele’s face. He couldn’t believe that Isabella would point a gun at him.

“Isabella, what are you doing?” Emanuele asked.

“You humiliated me. I want you dead!” Isabella shouted, her eyes burning with anger.

She had endured a terrifying nightmare, the events of a few moments ago.

“Really? Then go ahead and shoot,” Emanuele said, raising his hands. “You can shoot me.”

Isabella had never anticipated Emanuele’s complete lack of fear. He actually invited her to shoot him. Isabella’s hands trembled, and the person who had been resolute about killing him was now trembling.

“Go ahead, shoot at my head,” Emanuele said. “That way, I’ll die instantly.”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow toward Isabella.

“Don’t push me!” Isabella tightened her grip on the gun. “Don’t think I won’t shoot. I dared to pull the trigger earlier today at the restaurant.”

“Of course, I know you’re not afraid, darling,” Emanuele said, his face still wearing a gentle, calm smile.

Seeing that Isabella didn’t pull the trigger, Emanuele even took a step closer. Witnessing this, Isabella panicked and retreated two steps, cornering herself against the wall.

“Stay away from me!” she pleaded. She wanted to shoot, but she was paralyzed by fear. This was Emanuele, the head of the Chicago Mafia. Killing him meant a death sentence not only for herself but also for her mother. Living was not her main concern; if she managed to kill the Mafia boss, she could always end her own life afterward. These mobsters would usually resort to torture beyond the boundaries of life and death.

Emanuele, realizing her fear as her trembling hand held the gun, pressed it to his forehead.

“Isabella, go ahead and pull the trigger,” he taunted, his eyes fixed on her. “With one pull, you can have me dead right in front of you.”

Isabella, her lips quivering, her breath fast, was gripped by her claustrophobia. Emanuele continued to press her.

“What are you waiting for, Isabella? Are you not the brave one?” he urged.

“Let go of me!” Isabella pleaded, tears streaming down her face. She felt icy cold, her body trembling, and the fear of a panic attack overcame her.

In the blink of an eye, Emanuele snatched the gun from her trembling hand and fired a shot into the air, creating a loud bang that startled Isabella.

“You had the chance to kill me, Isabella, and you hesitated,” Emanuele said. “Did you find it too hard to do?”

Isabella, her face pale, appeared lifeless. Her gaze lacked any luster, as if her soul had left her body.

“What’s going on?” The bathroom door was pushed open, and Phillip appeared.

“Damn it, who the hell let you in?” Emanuele barked in frustration, moving to shield Isabella behind him.

Phillip, initially thinking that something terrible had happened, was equally shocked by the unexpected sight. He immediately apologized and left the bathroom, hoping that his boss would forgive him for intruding.

The bathroom was now empty, with only Isabella and Emanuele remaining.

Emanuele returned with a towel and wrapped it around Isabella, carrying her to the bed.

“Isabella, it seems you didn’t really want me dead, did you?” Emanuele smiled, asking, “Does this mean you like me?”

He gazed down at Isabella, who remained completely unresponsive. She hadn’t moved a muscle and seemed to have lost her breath.

Emanuele was puzzled. This wasn’t like her. She had the guts to kill, so why was she reacting this way?

He gently tapped her cheeks and called her name. “Isabella, are you okay?”

Worried for her, he wondered what was happening to her. After a while, Isabella slowly came to. She bit her tongue hard, causing blood to flow and the pain to bring her back to herself.

“I’m fine,” she managed to say.

Emanuele stroked her hair and went to fetch a hairdryer. Isabella took the opportunity to grab her purse and swallow an estazolam. What was it about her encounters with Emanuele that always left her in a state of anxiety and distress? She feared that one day, she might lose her sanity.