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Chapter 4

Finally free from the suffocating grip of the DeLuca mafia, I inhaled the air of my hometown–a mixture of nostalgia and bittersweet memories. It wasn’t the place I had hoped to return to, but it was the only place that felt remotely like home. The city still bore the scars of my father’s reign, and even after all these years, the whispers of his legacy lingered in every alley, every street

corner.

My father had been a mafia boss, feared and respected, until the day he and most of his men were wiped out by a rival family. I had fled after that, trying to distance myself from the blood–soaked past. But in the end, I had traded one prison for another. Marco, the

My father had been a mafia boss, feared and respected, til the day he and most of his men were wiped out by a rival family. I had fled after that, trying to distance myself from the blood–soaked past. But in the end, I had traded one prison for another. Marco, the man I thought I could build a future with, had trapped me in a life just as brutal, just as dangerous. And with Audrey–his lieutenant, his confidante–always in the picture, it had only made the walls around me feel tighter.

Enzo was the only one I could trust now. He had been my father’s right hand, loyal until the bitter end. When I reached out to him for help, he hadn’t hesitated. He found me a small place just outside the main part of

town, a place where I could lie low and figure out my next move. It wasn‘ t glamorous, but

men were wiped out by a rival family. I had fled after that, trying to distance myself from

the blood–sc

ed past. But in the end, I had traded one prison for another. Marco, the man I thought I could build a future with, had trapped me in a life just as brutal, just as dangerous. And with Audrey–his lieutenant, his confidante–always in the picture, it had only made the walls around me feel tighter.

Enzo was the only one I could trust now. He had been my father’s right hand, loyal until the bitter end. When I reached out to him for

help, he hadn’t hesitated. He found me a small place just outside the main part of town, a place where I could lie low and figure out my next move. It wasn‘ t glamorous, but it was safe. And for the first time in years, I felt like I could breathe again.

The days were slow, quiet. I spent them cleaning the dusty house, taking long walks through streets I used to know so well, and planning my future. But no matter how much I tried to distract myself, Marco was always in the back of my mind. I knew it was only a matter of time before he came looking for me. I wasn’t naive. The man controlled half the city; he had connections everywhere.

Weeks passed, and I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. And then, one evening, it finally did. My phone buzzed–Marco’s name flashing across the screen. For a moment, my heart raced, my hand trembling as I stared at his name. I knew what he wanted. He would demand I return, make promises, or worse, issue threats. But I wasn’t that naive girl anymore. I’d spent

i wa nan zuu anymore, i κορωπι too long in the shadows of his world, too long pretending everything was fine while he paraded Audrey around like his equal. Without a second thought, I blocked his number. He would find other ways to contact me, I was sure of it, but for now, I had control. It was small, but it was a victory.

That night, as I lay in bed, another call came. This time it was from someone I didn’t expect–a close friend from the mafia group. Her voice was strained, almost pleading.

“Isabelle, you need to come back,” she said, urgency crackling through the line.

“I’m not coming back. You know that,” I replied firmly, sitting up in bed.

“You don’t understand,” she continued. “Marco… he’s losing it. He’s been furious

everyone. The men… they‘ re scared, Isabelle. He‘ s not himself.”

I closed my eyes, the weight of his words pressing down on me. Of course, Marco would lose control. He had always been volatile, but I never thought my leaving would push him over the edge.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart sinking as my friend hesitated.

“He shot Ricky,” she said quietly, the words heavy with dread.

I felt a jolt of shock. Ricky had been with Marco for years, loyal and steady, one of his best men. I couldn’t believe it. “Why?” I whispered.

“He questioned Marco about you,” my

friend replied. “Said maybe you weren’t

coming back. that mavbe Marco should focus

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on the business. Marco snapped, pulled out his gun, and shot him in front of everyone.” A chill ran through me. Marco’s violence was nothing new, but this was different. Ric‘ had been like a brother to him. If Marco was willing to kill his own men over my disappearance, what else would he do?

“Please, Isabelle,” my friend begged. “If you come back, maybe it‘ ll calm him down. Maybe…”

“No,” I interrupted, my voice cold and final. “I’m not coming back. I can’t live like that anymore.”

There was a long silence on the other end of the line. When she spoke again, her tone was softer, resigned. “I understand. Just… be careful. He’s not going to let this go.”