Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Isabella had a nightmare. She dreamt of Emanuele, lying on the ground, covered in blood. When she found him, Emanuele showed no signs of life.

“Emanuele!” Isabella screamed, awakening from her slumber.

She opened her eyes, gazing at the dark room. Moonlight seeped through the curtains, illuminating a corner, allowing Isabella to see the layout of the room.

Grazia had designed the house according to her preferences. The colors and the arrangement of things inside were all to her liking. But despite the intended warmth, the current environment felt anything but warm to Isabella.

Her body trembled uncontrollably. She held the blanket, tears silently streaming down her face. What should she do? Even though everyone assured her that Emanuele was fine, that he was on a mission, Isabella couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened to him.

Could it be that he had really died, just like in her dream?

Curled up with the blanket, Isabella suddenly longed for Chicago. Here, apart from her good relationship with Grazia, she had no emotional connection with anyone else. In Chicago, even when she woke from a nightmare, even when Emanuele wasn’t there, others would come into her room to comfort her.

But here, no one would come in.

Thinking of this, Isabella sighed. She hoped Rocco’s people would hurry to Chicago and inform her of any news. If something had really happened to Emanuele, she felt she had to return to Chicago.

But, dear God, she hoped Emanuele was safe and sound.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

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Mathias was a devil. Emanuele glared coldly at the man in front of him, gritting his teeth. Mathias took a knife and began to cut the bones at his knees, as if he wanted to extract them.

“It’s said that this is the hardest part of the human body. Once I dig out your knee bones, you’ll be disabled for life, unable to walk. Emanuele, are you really willing to spend the rest of your days in a wheelchair?” Emanuele looked at the knife piercing his knee, the excruciating pain making him groan uncontrollably.

He struggled, resisted, but couldn’t escape.

“Damn it, just kill me,” Emanuele said.

In this situation, death was the greatest reward. Mathias smiled, “Emanuele, are you willing to die rather than sign a declaration? You have a good relationship with your wife, don’t you? If you die, what will happen to her? She’s so young and beautiful, like a rose. Emanuele, aren’t you worried that she might also be in danger, be harmed? After all, my men haven’t had a taste of such a pure woman for a long time.”

“Shut up, damn you, Mathias, shut up!” Emanuele was in agony, howling like a wild beast. The physical pain was accompanied by mental anguish. He had tried his best not to think about Isabella. After all, he had already discussed with Phillip that if something happened to him, Isabella would be able to live a peaceful life, as long as she didn’t return to Chicago.

However, Mathias’s words made Emanuele feel a bit overwhelmed. His once iron will seemed to be crumbling.

Seeing Emanuele in this state, Mathias showed a smug smile, “So, Emanuele, just sign your name on this declaration, and then make a video for me. I’ll let you and your wife go, as long as you don’t return to Chicago. I won’t harm you.”

Emanuele looked at Mathias, “Really?”

Seeing Emanuele beginning to waver, Mathias’s smile deepened. “I promise, Emanuele.”

Emanuele lowered his head, hesitated for a moment, and began to clumsily write his name on the document, his body trembling from the pain, making the signature illegible.

“Sorry, I have no strength in my body, so I couldn’t write properly,” Emanuele said.

Mathias frowned, but since Emanuele was willing to cooperate, he didn’t say anything, “It’s okay, I’ll have my men print another copy.”

Soon, the second copy was printed. As Emanuele signed, his hand still uncontrollably trembled, ruining the signature again.

“Damn it! Are you playing me?” Mathias’s eyes showed some annoyance.

“You’ve caused so many wounds on my body, it’s too painful. I can’t hold the pen properly, and I don’t want to write so poorly,” Emanuele sighed, looking helpless.

Mathias couldn’t tell if Emanuele was playing him or not. Seeing the serious injuries on Emanuele’s body, it seemed quite severe. He had inflicted them himself, so he knew very well. He had no choice but to have his men bring another copy of the declaration. This time, Emanuele finally managed to sign it properly.

After Emanuele finished signing, Mathias nodded, very satisfied. Then he had someone bring in a camera to record Emanuele.

“Say, from today onwards, I hand over the Chicago Mafia to Mathias Reid. From now on, everyone must obey my orders and consider me the head of the Chicago Mafia.”

Emanuele read the lines. But halfway through, he began coughing violently, even coughing up blood.

Mathias frowned. Although he had exerted force, he hadn’t thought it would make the man look so serious.

“Can I have a glass of water, please?” Emanuele asked.

Mathias had someone bring Emanuele a glass of water. After drinking it, Emanuele repeated the lines, and finally managed to record the entire message.

“Alright, I’ve finished. Can you let me go now?” Emanuele looked at Mathias. “From now on, you are the head of the Chicago Mafia, and I am nothing.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Mathias aimed a gun at Emanuele.

“Emanuele, thank you for everything you’ve just done for me. To express my gratitude, I won’t torture you. I’ll just send you to heaven. Don’t worry, I’ll also go to Italy to find your wife and send her to meet you.”

“You promised me! You said that once I finished these, you would let me go! Mathias, you’re a damn liar! You’re a liar!”

“Haha, so what if I’m a damn liar? You talk to me about trust, Emanuele, the people of the Mafia don’t need trust or promises.”

As Mathias spoke, he was about to shoot Emanuele. After being driven out by Bratva for so many years, he had always lived cautiously, like a mouse. He had been building his own power underground. But that was also how he had met William, who had now come to his aid, taking the bullet for him. They would both suffer, but Mathias would ultimately reap the rewards of victory.

Now, he had easily become the head of the Chicago Mafia. Once he replaced Emanuele, he would have the power to rival Bratva. Then, he would strive to absorb Bratva into his own.

Mathias was ecstatic, feeling that victory was already within his grasp.

But just then, a gunshot rang out behind him. Before Mathias could react, a bullet had pierced his head.

Mathias fell, and behind him, James appeared in front of Emanuele.