Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

William noticed Isabella’s silence and chose not to say anything. He released her, seemingly having seen through everything.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

The way he looked at Isabella no longer held the fervor of desire as before. Now, his demeanor toward her resembled that of a mob boss’s wife.

He truly had no interest in a pregnant woman.

Even if he had once cared for Isabella, the thought of the child she carried, belonging to his enemy, extinguished any sentiment William had for her.

Perhaps the child would have to be dealt with first.

William helped Isabella back into her clothes, while she remained in a state of shock.

So much had happened in such a short time that her mind seemed to have shut down completely.

Would Emanuele come to rescue her?

Would he give up his position as the head of the Chicago Mafia for her?

Thinking about the man’s dedication to his career, she knew it meant as much to him as life itself. He wouldn’t easily abandon it.

It seemed that she would be the one abandoned.

She didn’t understand why, but she felt strangely calm. In truth, she would rather Emanuele forsake her.

Considering William’s sadistic nature, if Emanuele did hand over the position of the Mafia to him, he wouldn’t spare either Emanuele or her.

It was better for her to die alone than for both of them to perish together.

In facing death, Isabella found herself surprisingly brave.

However, she was terrified of pain. She hoped that William would simply shoot her. She didn’t want to end up like Phillip; it would surely be agonizing.

William departed to attend to his own affairs but left a group of men to guard Isabella.

Gradually, her emotions settled, and she looked down at her belly. William had just mentioned that she was carrying a girl. A daughter wouldn’t be so bad, she thought.

Unlike with a son, there wouldn’t be the same pressure for her to become the heir of the Mafia.

She feared that a son would prematurely inherit those burdens, becoming a ruthless killing machine.

A daughter would have more freedom. If not for this kidnapping, she would have wished for her daughter to live a carefree and joyful life once born.

It was a pity that she might die alongside her.

Isabella didn’t want Emanuele to come to her rescue. Given the choice between both dying and one surviving, she preferred it to be her.

She was surprised at her newfound selflessness.

Meanwhile, Emanuele had already begun his move.

“We’ve scouted around the warehouse perimeter and didn’t see any guards. However, we noticed signs of activity inside. The place is vast, filled with numerous items. If we rush in, we might get mowed down by their machine guns,” Emanuele furrowed his brows, falling silent.

“But Isabella is in there. I can’t possibly know that and not go to save her.”

He couldn’t. Besides being the head of the Mafia, he was also Isabella’s husband, and now they had a daughter. He wanted to charge in, fearing that those scoundrels might harm Isabella.

Isidoro patted Emanuele’s arm, “Emanuele, calm down. We have enough people. Let’s strategize our attack.”

Emanuele nodded.

After discussing their plan, they decided to encircle the warehouse from several directions.

First, they would throw smoke bombs through the front entrance and swiftly rush in. Simultaneously, two groups would enter through the side windows, moving in different directions.

Once everything was set, Emanuele and Isidoro prepared to charge through the front door.

As they reached the entrance, they kicked the door open.

Since the warehouse had been abandoned, and William likely feared detection, the door remained unguarded. It gave way with little resistance.

Emanuele heard commotion from inside as his men threw the smoke bombs.

Instantly, the smoke filled the entire space. They were prepared, wearing goggles to counter the smoke’s effect, while the occupants inside were left blinded but still able to determine their direction.

Emanuele didn’t hesitate to open fire.

Several individuals were hit, but they were trained soldiers. They quickly sought cover and returned fire from the shadows.

Gunfire intensified. Emanuele simultaneously dealt with the enemies and advanced further into the warehouse.

The deeper they went, the more cluttered the space became. It was filled with all sorts of items, providing countless hiding spots.

Emanuele couldn’t afford to be choosy. His reactions were swift, firing at any visible targets.

He couldn’t afford not to shoot; failing to do so would lead to his demise.

Meanwhile, at the warehouse’s innermost part, Isabella was feeling increasingly drowsy.

Already pregnant and having gone without food for a day, William had only allowed her a sip of water, leaving her weak and breathless.

Even if William didndidn’t kill her, she might have starved to death. Coupled with her extreme distress, Isabella felt her consciousness slipping away bit by bit.

Suddenly, she heard the sounds of gunfire from outside, along with agonized cries. This brought her back to full alertness.

Was it Emanuele coming to her rescue? Initially, Isabella had thought that Emanuele might abandon her, so his arrival was both a relief and a cause for concern.

Given William’s treachery and his familiarity with the surroundings, would Emanuele have any advantage here? Would he get hurt or worse, killed by William?

Isabella was consumed with worry.

Just then, William returned and looked at Isabella, saying, “Isabella, I never thought Emanuele would be so fond of you. He actually came all the way here to find you. He’s not afraid of death.”

His eyes brimmed with intense hatred.

His men were falling one by one.

Emanuele truly was like a god of war. His marksmanship was precise, and his reflexes were swift.

Despite many of Emanuele’s men being injured, he persisted.

No wonder his uncle fell at Emanuele’s hands. Last time, he had narrowly escaped, but now, he truly understood Emanuele’s prowess.

“Isabella, let’s make a bet. Will Emanuele choose you or his position in the Mafia?” William finished speaking and pulled Isabella up from her chair, pointing his gun at her temple.