The Mafia Alphas all wants me

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Isabella woke up in a start.

She screamed, wheezed, and put a hand to her throat as sweat ran down her face.

She looked for the switch on the bedside lamp with her free hand while knocking something off the table.

As light poured into the room, her eyes grew wider, and she huddled on her bed and rocked back and forth.

It had returned.

The bad dream came back to haunt her.

Even though she tried her best to forget what happened that night, it was getting harder and harder as the night went on.

She thought it was over for the last two years, but it happened again today.

Every night after the dream, she wondered what crime her father had done. She always asked herself this question, but she never seemed to find the answer.

Isabella made a face and ran her hand through her messy hair.

She got out of bed and walked towards the window. The sleep seemed to have left her eyes, replaced by fear, pain, and grief.

She pulled at her hair as the need to scream took over. But she was able to keep her anger in check.

But not the tears. Her eyes got blurry, and as the first tears ran down her pale face, she sniffled.

She bit her bottom lip, which was shaking, as she thought about how bad her life was right now.

Since the event that happened six years ago, she has been on the run like a thief. Not that she was a criminal, but she knows that if he could find her, he would follow through on the threat he made to her father that night.

Isabella knew that what her father said was true. Even when she ran away, he always found her, and each time she only got away by luck.

No matter what, she wondered how long her good luck would last.

She shook with fear when she thought about what would happen if he found her.

She didn't have any friends or family... If she got lost, nobody would look for her. Not even the people she worked with.

She lived by herself, and everyone knew that. Also, she had only worked at the Peace Blossom Plaza for three months, which wasn't long enough to make any good friends.

Isabella muttered, "Geez," and a sour laugh came out of her mouth. She wiped her face with her hand and glared at the ceiling, which looked like it was about to fall down. Then she looked out the window.

Also, she never stayed in the same area for long, so how could she make friends?

Even though she was twenty, she still ran away from him.

Isabella thought back to the night her father was brutally killed.

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She kept running through the empty streets of New York City with tears running down her face. She had to find the place her father had told her about before he was killed at night.

She cried out, "Papà."

She couldn't see because of the tears in her eyes as the image of her father's blown-off head came into her thoughts.

As she tried to find her way, she took a deep breath and blinked her eyes several times.

"Sorry," she said in a low voice as she ran into someone.

The person tried to grab her, but she moved out of the way of his hand and ran away.

She was worn out and hungry. She had to keep running because if she stopped, they would catch her too.

Since she ran out of the house because she was afraid of being followed, she had stopped looking back.

Isabella moved quickly into a corner and sighed.

As she stood in front of an old, empty building, her brows creased. She wiped her tears away with the back of her hand and took the paper and keys out of the back pocket of her torn pants.

As she looked at the writing on the paper, she squinted and blinked her eyes. She was happy that the moon was out because it helped her see most of the words. Aside from that, it was a little bit too dark, and the light didn't help at all.

She looked away from the torn paper and gave the place a second look.

Isabella walked up to the metal gate and put one of the keys in the padlock's hole.

She pushed the old, rusty gate open and walked in, but she didn't forget to close it behind her.

As she stood by the closed door, her eyes got bigger. She wondered if anyone was in the building because the lights were on.

She called out, "Hello..."

But she didn't get any answer. Only her own voice came back to her.

Isabella's eyebrows furrowed when she saw a bunch of black bags on the big table in the middle of the room.

Her heart was racing, and she clenched her hands as her legs moved on their own towards the table.

She opened one of the bags with shaky hands and jumped back in fear when a bunch of dollar bills fell out.

She put her hand over her mouth to stop the scream that was coming out.

She picked up a piece of paper that had fallen out of the bag and quickly read it.

Then it became more clear.

Her father knew about what was going on. He knew he would have to leave her in a harsh world, so he tried to make things easy for her.

Isabella's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a pinch on her hand.

She squinted at the woodpecker that flew away after breaking her train of thought.

She shook her head as her eyes moved from the trees to the old wall clock and back again. She wasn't calmed by the thought of her father leaving her a lot of things.

She instead started crying because of it. She longed for him. She was missing him so much, and she wished she could see him again.

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Leonardo, who was known to his close friends and family as Sandro, threw his head back and let out a moan.

The prostitute who was kneeling in front of him looked up at him with a smile and a crinkle in the corner of her lips.

She stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of his dck before she put him all the way in her mouth.

Sandro grunted as she worked her magic on him with his hands in her curly red hair.

He didn't have to wait long to find a way out, and when he did, he shot all of his rounds into her mouth.

He gave a satisfied sigh, but the prostitute wasn't done yet.

He had paid her to make him happy all day, and she started giving him fellatio right away.

When someone knocked on the door, he groaned. He didn't think anyone would come. He told his secretary to cancel his meeting for the day, and he wondered who was about to interrupt his erotic session.

"Come in," said Sandro as the person on the other end of the phone continued to bang on the door.

When one of his security guards walked into the room, he pushed the prostitute off his lap and raised his eyebrows.

"Would you mind explaining why this interruption happened?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Signore, but I have some information for you," he said while still bowing his head.

Sandro's eyes narrowed as he asked, "What is it?" His voice sounded like ice.

"We were able to find the signorina in the new area, and we know where she is right now."

Sandro gave a grin. "She can run away, but she can't hide from me."

"Take the others with you, find her, and make sure she doesn't get away this time. If she does, I'll feed your heads to my dogs. Is that okay?"

Giuseppe was scared and shook. He took a big swallow and got rid of the spit in his mouth. He knew what Sandro got in trouble for, so he wouldn't want to be a cover for him.

Giuseppe stuttered, "Yes, Signore," and then turned to leave.

"Wait," Sandro told him, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Bring that w***e to me alive, and I'll beat her myself."

Giuseppe said, "Okay, Signore," and then he ran out of the room to do his job.