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Too Late To Beg, Mr. Mafia Don
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Too Late To Beg, Mr. Mafia Don

For two years, I played the perfect, silent wife to Damien Moretti, the ruthless Don of the New York mafia. But tonight, he threw a thick manila envelope onto our nightstand. It was an annulment. "Giuliana is back. She's dying, and I am done playing house with you." His first love had returned, supposedly sick with terminal cancer. He demanded I sign the papers and leave the penthouse immediately so he could rush to her side. He looked at me with absolute disgust, expecting me to break down and beg. When she later staged a fake assassination attempt to frame me, Damien blindly believed her pathetic tears. He dragged me to the hospital, ready to unleash his murderous wrath on me for daring to touch his precious white rose. I looked at the man I had shared a bed with for two years. He was supposed to be a powerful, calculating leader, yet he was completely blinded by a cheap liar and a forged medical report. He actually thought I was just a weak, greedy socialite who would quietly take the fall. He had no idea that behind my docile mask, I was 'K', the digital underworld's most elusive hacker. I calmly signed the papers, took his millions, and pulled the real security footage of his perfectly healthy ex. At tonight's family dinner, I am going to shatter her fragile facade and make the Don choke on his own stupidity before I walk away for good.
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Chapter 3

Isabella POV

The morning sun over 5th Avenue was blinding, but the espresso on the cafe terrace tasted like victory. I watched the gilded doors of Bergdorf Goodman across the street, tapping my new encrypted burner phone against the table.

It was time to put on a show.

I dialed a number I knew by heart. Rocco, the Moretti family's Underboss, answered with a gruff bark. "I'm busy, Isabella."

"Bergdorf Goodman. Ten minutes," I ordered, my voice perfectly flat.

"The Don is in a virtual sit-down with the Chicago Outfit," Rocco growled, his patience already fraying. "I'm not playing bag boy for your divorce tantrum."

I smiled, ice-cold. "Ten minutes, Rocco. Or I walk straight into Damien's study, interrupt his little meeting, and tell the Chicagoans the Moretti Don can't even leash his ex-wife. Let's see how that inspires confidence in your new gun-running routes."

A heavy, suffocating silence fell over the line. In our world, a threat to the family's business and the Don's honor was a lethal offense. Rocco let out a vicious curse. "Ten minutes."

When Rocco arrived, he was practically vibrating with suppressed violence. He stood behind me, a hulking shadow of fury, as I dropped the heavy, matte-black AmEx on the glass counter. It was the ultimate symbol of the Mafia Queen, and I was about to weaponize it.

"I'll take all the exotic leathers," I told the clerk. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I knew Damien's phone was currently screaming with top-tier fraud alerts, right in the middle of his delicate Chicago negotiations.

Next, I pointed to a half-million-dollar diamond necklace. "It's beautiful," I murmured, glancing at Rocco's murderous reflection in the mirror. "Like a collar he could never put on me."

Rocco's jaw ticked, but he remained silent, his hands full of designer bags.

Finally, we moved to the men's department. I selected a Patek Philippe watch and raised my voice just enough for the surrounding Moretti shadows to hear. "Have this couriered to the Falcone estate. A gift for a Don who actually understands the value of Loyalty."

As the clerk—one of Topo's Associates in disguise—handed me the receipt, our fingers brushed. A micro-USB drive slipped seamlessly into my palm. My strategic objective was complete.

Suddenly, Rocco pressed two fingers to his earpiece. His broad shoulders stiffened. The irritation in his eyes vanished, replaced instantly by the cold, dead stare of an executioner.

He lunged, his massive hand clamping down on my bicep like a steel vice.

"Hey!" I snapped, dropping a shopping bag.

"We're leaving," Rocco snarled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Now."

"Let go of me, Rocco."

"Giuliana's transport was just ambushed on the way to the hospital," he hissed, dragging me toward the exit with terrifying force. "Professional hit. The Don wants you at Mount Sinai. He wants you to see exactly what your fucking Vendetta has done."

My blood ran cold. An ambush? Now? The timing was too perfect. The precision, the lack of traces—it was a textbook Falcone Enforcer strike. But I hadn't given the order.

Someone else had. A puppet master had just used my perfectly timed shopping spree as a smokescreen, framing me for a hit I didn't commit, and pointing the full, murderous wrath of the Moretti Don directly at my head.

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