Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

“Alright, let’s get started. We’ll begin with the basics,” Elisa said, handing Isabella a set of simple moves.

However, since Isabella had never encountered this before, even the simplest moves took her half a day to perform correctly. Isabella felt that learning this was much more challenging than practicing shooting.

After mastering a few simple moves, Isabella felt her leg muscles trembling, and she had to take a break.

“Your physical fitness is not keeping up; practicing more is just a waste of effort,” Elisa commented briefly on Isabella’s performance.

Isabella, with a good figure and youthful energy, appeared healthy, but she lacked regular exercise, showing a lack of strength.

“How about this? If you really want to learn, starting from tomorrow, exercise with me. Let’s try to improve your physical fitness as soon as possible.”

“Exercise?” Isabella rarely engaged in physical activity; she was somewhat lazy in that regard.

Seeing Isabella hesitate, Elisa said, “If you don’t want to, it’s okay, ma’am. You have so many bodyguards around you, and they’ll protect your safety. You don’t really need to learn these combat skills.”

“No, I want to learn. Emanuele’s enemies are powerful, and they’ve targeted me now. There will always be times when they can’t protect me, right? I don’t want to die without knowing why.”

Moreover, Isabella was angry. She didn’t know how they found out about her tattoo and even had pictures she wasn’t aware of. This was done to make Emanuele misunderstand her.

Fortunately, Emanuele didn’t believe their words.

She wouldn’t let that bastard’s enemies succeed.

Although Isabella was afraid of unknown threats, she was also someone who never gave up. The stronger others were, the stronger she would become.

Since she decided to train with Elisa, Isabella felt that staying in the apartment and coming to the base every day for practice was inconvenient. So, she packed a few sets of clothes and directly moved in here.

In the beginning, they ran every day and did weight training. Isabella was exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

“Ma’am, if it’s too much, just give up. We’ll protect you well,” Tony couldn’t bear to see Isabella like this and tried to persuade her.

Isabella looked so fragile. She was originally just an ordinary college student, an ordinary person. Now, entering the world of the Mafia, with their protection, she wouldn’t be in danger. However, she still wanted to learn self-defense skills. In Tony’s opinion, it was too hard for her.

“No, at least I have to learn some self-defense techniques,” Isabella insisted.

Elisa appreciated Isabella’s spirit. She hadn’t interacted with Isabella before, but she heard that their boss had married a woman with no background, seemingly useless except for being attractive. She wasn’t even part of the Mafia.

What help could such a person provide their boss? None at all.

They thought that their boss might quickly grow tired of such a woman or that she might be assassinated by enemies. After all, there were plenty of women like her; their boss could have as many as he wanted.

However, now, watching Isabella diligently training, not displaying the high and mighty demeanor of the Mafia Queen, and blending in with them, Elisa felt a sense of respect for Isabella.

After finishing his work, Phillip approached Emanuele and said, “Boss, the wife has been training at our base’s training ground these past few days. I heard she even packed her bags and moved in.”

Emanuele was taken aback. Isabella was living and training with his subordinates? Could this delicate woman endure such rigorous training?

Initially, when Emanuele heard that Isabella wanted to enter the training ground, he didn’t take it seriously. He even assigned a female subordinate to guide her. He thought Isabella would eventually leave due to the toughness and fatigue.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Unexpectedly, five days had passed, and not only did Isabella endure, but she was also living with them?

Things seemed to be heading in an uncontrollable direction.

With some free time today, Emanuele decided to visit the base and check on Isabella.

When he arrived at the training ground, he saw Isabella practicing with Elisa. She was becoming adept, capable of handling a few moves.

The previous Isabella, in Emanuele’s eyes, was fragile and needed protection. Now, she seemed more agile, more spirited. She exuded a hint of fierceness and charisma, as if she was gradually blending into the Mafia’s world.

Emanuele’s gaze toward Isabella became increasingly brighter. He found himself constantly drawn to her.

Although they had been married for a long time, Emanuele never grew tired of being with Isabella. She could present different facets of herself at different stages, just like now.

As Emanuele approached, Isabella noticed him and turned to face him, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

The sweat from the training dripped down her face, and Emanuele reached out to help Isabella wipe it away.

“Hard work?” he asked.

Isabella shook her head. “Fun.”

Of course, it was also hard, but she wouldn’t tell Emanuele. Otherwise, he might not let her come anymore.

“Let’s end it here today. You haven’t returned to the apartment for several days. Go back and get a good night’s sleep. Come whenever you want to tomorrow.”

Isabella nodded. When she was alone in the apartment, going back or not didn’t make much difference. However, now that Emanuele had come in person, she felt she should return with him.

She took off her combat suit, showered, changed into casual clothes, and left the base with Emanuele.

Back in the apartment, as soon as they entered the room, Emanuele couldn’t wait to get close. He embraced Isabella’s neck, whispering, “Come, Isabella, let me see if your training has been successful.”

Isabella hesitated for a moment, then suddenly exerted force, grabbing Emanuele’s arm. Swiftly, she agilely slipped out from under him.

Watching Isabella move like a fish, Emanuele couldn’t help but smile. He quickly stepped forward, gripping Isabella’s arm. With a bit of force, he pulled her back into his embrace.

Isabella lifted her leg and kicked towards Emanuele’s lower body.

Moving even faster, Emanuele grabbed Isabella’s leg. Then, with a flip, he turned her over, her head pointing downward, hanging in mid-air.

“Let me go!” After being captured in such a embarrassing posture by Emanuele, Isabella began to struggle frantically.

Oh my! She had just trained a bit and achieved some results, but Emanuele easily overpowered her, making her look like a clown.

“Look at you, can’t withstand a single blow,” Emanuele said, then tossed Isabella onto the large bed.

The bed was soft, and when Isabella was thrown onto it, her body bounced a bit.

Before she could say anything, Emanuele’s tall figure covered her, blocking her sight completely. Then, he began to undress Isabella.