Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

After meeting with Evelyn and returning home, Isabella messaged Emanuele, sharing the details of her meeting today. However, she waited for a long time, but Emanuele didn’t reply.

He had indeed been extremely busy recently, so busy that Isabella couldn’t reach him. But she asked Tony, and the answer was the same: Emanuele was caught up with something important. Isabella didn’t dwell on it anymore.

Perhaps Emanuele was dealing with an urgent matter, and her constant messages might disrupt his work.

At that moment, Emanuele was indeed involved in a critical mission. He wore an armored vest and crouched behind Frederick’s house. James led a group on the left side of the house, preparing to attack, while Phillip’s team was in charge of setting up explosives around the building.

Emanuele checked all his guns, ensuring they had been fully loaded. He watched James’ convoy slowly driving towards the house where Frederick was located, while Phillip’s team was planting explosives around the premises. When Emanuele gave the command through his radio, they would detonate the bombs.

“Get ready…” Emanuele said into the radio, slowly counting down with his subordinates.

Moments later, with a loud bang, the door and one side of Frederick’s house were blown open. His guards scattered like rats, fleeing in every direction. Emanuele grabbed a machine gun and mercilessly opened fire on them.

These men fell to the ground, blood seeping out of their wounds. Emanuele felt a tremendous sense of satisfaction in this living hell.

Frederick, you never expected I’d bring hell right to your doorstep, did you? You killed my brother-in-law, my men. I will make you pay today.

“If you find Frederick, don’t kill him. He must be dealt with by me,” Emanuele instructed Phillip and James.

Then he pulled the pin from a hand grenade and threw it at the group of guards who had been shooting at them.

Just as he did that, a shot rang out, and Emanuele felt a searing pain in his arm. The intense agony coursed through his arm, making it difficult for him to hold his gun steady. But Emanuele took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

He shot at the person who had hit him multiple times before dropping his machine gun and quickly switching to a pistol to continue the attack. Hate consumed his body; he knew he couldn’t back down. He was here for vengeance, to exterminate these wretched vermin and protect his family.

Soon, Emanuele, James, and Phillip had cleared out the guards inside the house. But Frederick was nowhere to be found.

Emanuele searched Frederick’s room and found it empty. James also searched all around but found no trace of Frederick.

Looking at the huddled servants who were crying and begging for mercy, they didn’t seem like mafia members at all; they were just ordinary people.

Upon seeing Emanuele approach, they fell to their knees, repeatedly kowtowing.

“Spare us, please! We don’t know anything.”

“Where’s Frederick?” Emanuele asked.

“We… we don’t know, maybe he’s already escaped.”

Escaped? Emanuele’s face turned dark and intimidating. He had surrounded the place thoroughly, front and back, left and right. How could Frederick have escaped?

At that moment, James called out, “Boss, there’s a hidden tunnel in Frederick’s room!”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Emanuele immediately walked over and saw James lift the bed board, revealing an underground tunnel. Emanuele’s face turned even darker, realizing that Frederick must have fled when he sensed something was wrong.

Damn it!

Emanuele’s fist smashed fiercely into the nearby wall. His arm still had a gunshot wound, and the force caused it to start bleeding, appearing particularly frightening.

“Boss, your wound needs treatment,” Phillip said, looking concerned.

Frederick’s men were well-trained, and although they were well-prepared, casualties were inevitable in the heat of battle.

Emanuele nodded. Since there was no sign of Frederick here, he believed there was no purpose for him to stay.

“So, how should we deal with these people?” James pointed his gun at the trembling servants.

Emanuele glanced at them, saying, “Lock them up for a few days and observe them. If they check out, release them. Maybe, we can get some information from them.”

He wouldn’t harm innocent people, but at the same time, he wouldn’t let any of Frederick’s henchmen go free. If these individuals were indeed hired by Frederick merely to look after him, he would release them. Otherwise, he’d eliminate them without mercy.

Emanuele returned to the car, and Phillip helped stop the bleeding from his wound. “The bullet needs to be removed. I think we should go to the hospital.”

“If we go to the hospital, doctors might start asking questions. Let’s head back to Chicago; we’ll deal with it there.”

They were currently in New York, not Emanuele’s territory, and it wasn’t conducive to their operations. In Chicago, he had a private doctor who could handle such matters.

“Alright,” Phillip said, immediately driving the car toward the airport.

…

These days, Isabella had been staying in, passing the time watching TV shows, movies, and playing games with Grazia. Although Isabella wanted to watch her favorite reality show, she was afraid it would make Grazia emotional, so she decided against it.

Watching TV shows still had its charm, and she and Grazia could still make fun of the characters together and burst into laughter over the actions of those fictional characters.

These were happy days without worries, but Isabella couldn’t help but worry about Emanuele. She didn’t know what he was doing right now, and it had been so long without a phone call or even a message from him.

Late at night, while Isabella lay in bed, she heard her phone ringing.

“Madam, Boss is back. Could you come downstairs and see him?” Tony’s voice came over the phone.

Isabella immediately woke up, hastily putting on a coat over her pajamas before heading downstairs.

There were many people downstairs, all of them Emanuele’s subordinates and her bodyguards. The air was heavy with the scent of blood.

“What’s going on?” Isabella asked, her face tense.

Phillip, upon seeing Isabella coming downstairs, said, “He got shot in the arm. Madam, can you help remove the bullet?”

They had also contacted their private doctor, but he would take some time to arrive. Thinking about Isabella being a doctor, they hoped she could give it a try.

Isabella, seeing the fresh blood on Emanuele’s arm despite the makeshift bandage, felt a rush of panic. Even though they’d managed to stop the bleeding with a cloth, it was soaked red and looked particularly alarming.

The task of removing the bullet reminded Isabella of the first time she met Emanuele when she helped him extract a bullet. She never thought there would be a second time.

Back then, Emanuele had been ruthless, like a devil, wanting to eliminate witnesses. Now, she was his wife. Isabella found it strange and fascinating.

“I need alcohol, a towel, forceps, and some gauze. It’s even better if we have sutures,” Isabella instructed Phillip.

Phillip immediately went to find the supplies. Fortunately, due to Emanuele’s position, they had a complete medical kit at home. Phillip returned with the equipment, and when Isabella opened the kit, she was astonished to find that it contained everything one needed for a minor surgery.