Love in the Hands of the Mafia!

"You're carrying my child? No way, Isabelle! Besides, I don't know if you're only sleeping with me or with other men too!"

A hard slap slid freely onto the cheek of the damn man who had denied that the brunette woman in front of him was pregnant by him.

"Sleeping with other men, you say? Are you stupid? I even had sex with you for the first time, damn it! And you confidently didn't use protection. Where's your brain?"

"When I told you, it's better to use protection but you refused!" she continued as her forefinger pointed at the man's face.

"I advise you to take the contraceptive pill, Isabelle ...." The jerk sighed tiredly and both his hands tried to hold the brunette's hand.

But quickly, Isabelle avoided it. "I will keep this fetus!" she exclaimed firmly.

"What the hell? Are you out of your mind? We're still in college, Isabelle ... There's no way we're going to have a child! What were you thinking?" the man protested in frustration.

"I should have asked you back, Tobias, we knew the consequences of unprotected intercourse would most likely result in a fetus growing inside my belly, but we did it anyway. And now that there's a fetus in my belly, you have the heart to abort it?"

"Gosh, this is the reason why many men are hesitant to start a relationship with you, because you're too conservative, Isabelle! You should go out more, there are plenty of women out there who do just that!"

"Besides, I won't be responsible if you continue to keep that fetus!" After saying that, the damn man named Tobias waltzed away leaving Isabelle alone there.

Instantly, Isabelle screamed and threw the vase of flowers onto the nightstand.

"Fuck! Why do I have to be tempted by a damn man like him!"

Isabelle Wallace, a brunette who had just turned 21 this year, was pregnant. And now, she doesn't know what to do. Because the guy who impregnated her doesn't want to take responsibility.

"Just watch, damn Tobias! I'll get my revenge on you! Because you won't take responsibility!"

But was her decision to keep the fetus in her belly the right one? What's more, Isabelle was an orphan. She lived with her aunt and uncle. Surely she wouldn't want to inconvenience them both if she got pregnant.

Oh gosh! What should she do? What should she say to the two of them?

In the evening, when her aunt had just finished cooking, Isabelle walked up to her aunt with her head down.

"Isabelle, what's wrong?" her aunt asked.

"I'm pregnant ...."

Yeah, Isabelle was a woman who was straightforward and not good at small talk. She was the smartest in her department, many of her classmates didn't like her very much because she was unpleasant to lie to.

However, because of her beautiful face, many women envied her.

"Pregnant?" The body of the woman who had entered the fourth head was about to fall. But quickly, Isabelle held her aunt's hand.

"Who got you pregnant? Was it that bastard?"

Ever since her aunt found out she was in a relationship with Tobias, she had bluntly told Isabelle. If she did not approve of their relationship.

However, Isabelle tried to convince her aunt and now, yeah she regrets it. Even though at that time, Tobias had also done indecent things to her.

"So, what was his reaction?"

"Won't take responsibility, right?" she guessed again.

Isabelle shook her head slowly.

"Oh my God ...."

"We're going to his house now! I don't want you to bear all this alone!"

Wonder what will happen when her aunt takes Isabelle to the bastard's house?

Meanwhile, in Italy ...

"Mr, they've returned to New York ...."

"Fuck. What about the other bodyguards there?"

"They're all dead ...."

"Dead? How can they be dead?"

"Damn it! You should have told me earlier that the team over there was lifeless!"

The mobster's most avoidable emotions boiled over, as he lost some prisoners and fled to New York. When he sent some of his bodyguards to catch the criminals, it turned out to be because his New York headquarters was bombed by his greatest enemy.

"I apologize-"

"Don't just apologize! Hurry up and prepare the private jet, we're flying to New York tonight!" he ordered his team.

"Very well, Mr."

Then, his assistant ran towards him in a hurry. Seeing his movements made the hunter-eyed mobster let out a long sigh. What other news was she going to tell him?

"Mr, I've found Marco's headquarters in Venezia," he said with his breath caught in his run.

"Destroy all his bases in Europe. If any of his men are there, better shoot them!" he ordered again.

If Matteo De Luca's orders are refused, then you will be the next target of the hunter-eyed mobster!

No one can argue with that!

In the mafia world, the name 36-year-old Matteo De Luca, he is the most powerful, no one dares to disturb him, except for fools who don't want to live anymore.

His eyes are blue, his hair is jet black, and his body is very muscular. Truly, he was like a model!

Everyone in Italy respects him.

At the moment, he was sorting things out with his family's nemesis, the Dominic family. The family that always hated the De Luca family for always losing the competition.

"Find competent people in New York to be part of my team!" he ordered again. Given that some of his team members in New York had passed away. Therefore, he needed to recruit more members for his team while he was in New York.

"Yes, Mr!"

Matteo's footsteps led him to his office. He closed the door and sat down in his chair.

"Shit! Just look, fucking family! I will finish you all! Especially you, Marco!" He pounded the table hard.

Before leaving for Italy, he wanted to play with a prostitute first to ease his cravings.

He called his assistant to tell him to come to his room. Of course, it wasn't his private room, but he had a special room for having sex with prostitutes.

30 minutes later ...

He who was already shirtless, lying on the big bed while playing his cell phone, soon heard a knock from outside and said, "Mr, she's here ...."

Then, the door of the room was opened by a sexy woman who walked towards him with her sensual steps.

"Are you a prostitute?" asked Matteo to the woman who started to climb the bed and one of her hands touched his leg.

"I will serve you like a whore always touching your body ...."

Matteo exhaled a long breath. "Alright, serve me until my stress is gone!"

The woman smiled and immediately took off her clothes one by one. Of course, the woman who wanted to serve him was not a prostitute. Rather, it was a famous actress in this country.

"Ah! Faster, please!"

***

"Your son must take responsibility!" Currently, her aunt and Isabelle were at Tobias' house, with her guts so big, the aunt didn't care if Tobias came from a fairly respectable family in this country, if that man did something wrong to her niece, she would be the first one to go after him.

"How much money do you need?" asked a middle-aged man who had just entered the living room.

The arrogant man walked towards his aunt and Isabelle. "I already know that a poor person like you must have deliberately framed my son for profit. Right?"

An accusation that Isabelle could not accept at all. Quickly, Isabelle replied, "Trapping? I should have been the one to say that to your son!"

"Damn it? You called Dominic's successor inappropriate words?" The man pulled Isabelle's shirt collar, quickly the aunt tried to let go, but to no avail, her strength was no match for the strength of the damn old man! Until the aunt's body fell to the floor.

"Didn't I soften the word damn again? Do you know what your son is like? He's an asshole, a jerk, crazy-"

A hard slap landed perfectly on the brunette girl's clean cheek.

"Isabelle ...." Her aunt couldn't say anything, as Isabelle's cheeks instantly turned red from the severity of the slap.

Isabelle's eyes glanced at Tobias who smiled with satisfaction as Isabelle got a slap from his father.

Not wanting to be a weak woman, Isabelle took off her shoes and threw them right into the face of Tobias' father.

"You think I'm scared just because you have powers? Gosh, even your brain isn't as smart as mine! You only win because you have power! But your brain is empty! Want to know who the proof is? Look at this son of yours! Does he want to be Dominc's successor? Hahaha, wouldn't your company be even more ruined if led by an incompetent person like him?" The sarcasm was so heart-piercing.

"What am I supposed to say in public if your son is already being a jerk to me?" she continued.

"We did it willingly, Isabelle. Remember?" Tobias' face was slightly panicked as Isabelle said this in front of his parents.

However, just as Marco was about to answer her, someone approached him.

"Mr. Marco ... It looks like Mr. Matteo is going to make another attack ...," one of his men whispered in the middle of the argument.

Marco? Is he Marco Dominic? The one who had been Matteo De Luca's sworn enemy?

"Well, if you don't want to take responsibility, then one by one I will expose the crimes committed by this damn family! Especially that bastard Tobias!"

She don't even know where Isabelle got her courage from that night. But all you need to know is that her emotions were running high. She felt like throwing the urn on the table right into the son and parents' faces for being such an arrogant family.

After saying that, Isabelle asked her aunt to leave the house. Because she couldn't bear to see how evil that barbaric family was!

But one thing you should know if she wasn't lying about revenge.

The next day ....

"Are the new guards already at my residence?" he asked Sam.

"They are, Mr, and there are already some employees of the house there," Frank replied.

Matteo closed his eyes. He was very tired because he had not rested at all this week. He was a very ambitious person. If the work he did was not perfect, then he would never stop working.

The black car he was riding in had pulled into the parking lot that would be his home while he was in New York. He even went ahead and bought a mansion in New York for his convenience.

His car door was opened by one of the security guards standing near the car and invited him to enter the house.

The bodyguards and employees who guarded his house stood to welcome him with their heads bowed.

He walked slowly to question the bodyguards and employees who were there to get to know them better.

"Introducing Mr, my name is Josh, I've been assigned to be your personal driver ... I have 8 years of experience as a personal driver ...," said the man who was certainly older than him.

"This is my wife and niece ... They'll be working in the kitchen because my wife owns a shop and my niece always helps her." The man named Josh introduced his wife and niece.

"Greetings, Mr," they both said at the same time.

When the brunette woman stood next to Josh's wife, the grown man was momentarily stunned by her beauty.

"What is your name?" asked Matteo who was suddenly interested in asking.

"Isabelle Wallace, Mr ...."

Wait ... Wait, why was Isabelle working at Matteo's residence? So, is Matteo's new personal driver Isabelle's uncle?