Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

At that moment, Emanuele burst through the final door and stepped inside, where he saw William and Isabella.

This wasn’t their first meeting, but it was the first time they had met under their true identities.

William was alone, but several of his men stood behind him.

Looking at William, Emanuele recalled the gentleman he had appeared to be. Damn, this man is a master of disguise! Emanuele had been the head of the Mafia for so many years, meeting countless people, yet it was the first time someone had successfully deceived him right under his nose. No wonder William had managed to escape his control several times.

Emanuele scrutinized William’s face, thinking about the rumors of William wearing a human skin mask. The face before him seemed somewhat different from his impression. Was he wearing a mask now?

Of course, the most important thing was Isabella!

Emanuele’s gaze fell on Isabella, carefully observing her. Aside from looking a bit weary, she seemed unharmed, which relieved Emanuele somewhat.

But William was using her as leverage. The despicable scum was treating Isabella as a tool to threaten him.

Isabella also looked at Emanuele, noticing the blood on him. Had he sustained serious injuries? How could this have happened?

Isabella’s heart clenched tightly. She was deeply worried about Emanuele.

She felt he shouldn’t have come here; it was too dangerous. Yet, seeing him still brought some relief to her heart.

“Emanuele, congratulations. You’ve been searching for me for so long, and now you’ve finally found me. I congratulate you on your success,” William said, facing Emanuele and his numerous guards, seemingly unruffled.

Because he had a hostage-Isabella was his bargaining chip.

Pressing Isabella closer to him, William smiled at Emanuele. “Emanuele, make a choice. Do you want the position in the Mafia, or do you want Isabella?”

“Release her!” Emanuele roared, his icy gaze akin to a blade aimed at William.

However, William showed no fear. In fact, his smile grew larger in response to Emanuele’s anger.

“So, you choose Isabella?” Emanuele remained silent.

“Emanuele, you should know, a Mafia boss cannot have any weaknesses, especially for just a woman. You can have as many as you want. Do you really want to sacrifice your life for this woman?”

“Then kill me and let her go.”

This declaration surprised both William and Isabella. Isabella felt as if her emotions were on a rollercoaster, fluctuating constantly.

Emanuele had casually spoken about being killed, all for her?

What right did she have to push Emanuele to this extent?

No, Emanuele, stop!Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

William’s face twisted into a mocking smile. “Emanuele, you’re truly not a qualified Mafia boss. A proper one would let enemies shoot his wife in the head rather than, like you, give up everything to save her life. But this is good too; it benefits me.”

William burst into laughter. At that moment, he felt he had made the right bet.

“If you choose Isabella, then please, put down your weapon right now and have your men all leave. If I find anyone lurking in the shadows, I will immediately shoot Isabella.”

William’s voice echoed through the warehouse.

Isabella felt as though her mind was about to explode. Emanuele had chosen her, so did this mean he was going to die?

“Emanuele, as the head of the Mafia, you should understand what kind of choice is most advantageous for you now. You shouldn’t make this choice!” Isabella urged Emanuele.

She couldn’t bear to imagine a world without Emanuele. She couldn’t bear to lose him. He had become the most beloved person in her world, her pillar of strength.

She would rather be the one to die.

At her words, Emanuele looked at Isabella. From his gaze, Isabella could see a mix of complex emotions-affection, sorrow, and a hint of reluctance.

It was as if he was bidding her farewell with his eyes.

Isabella couldn’t bear to watch Emanuele lose his life.

“Isabella, take care of yourself,” Emanuele said to her.

He then ordered his men to step back, all the way to the door, and shut it.

William laughed heartily.

“However, Emanuele, I hope you also understand my predicament. I don’t want to leave Isabella behind, especially with a child in her belly. I don’t want to be sought out for revenge by that child in the future.”

Emanuele stared at William intently. “I hope you’ll keep your word.”

“Of course, as long as you’re dead, all problems will be easily solved,” William said, laughing. “Now, put down your gun.”

Emanuele tossed his gun to the side. At this moment, he seemed completely defenseless, and William could easily shoot him.

Isabella was nervous. She struggled to free herself from the ropes, thinking, damn it! William was about to kill Emanuele, and she couldn’t allow that to happen.

She didn’t know how she could help, but a daring plan began to form in her mind. Maybe if she tried hard enough, she could assist Emanuele. She couldn’t bear to watch him be killed.

With this in mind, she redoubled her efforts to break free from the ropes.

At this moment, there were only three people in the room: William, Emanuele, and Isabella.

Emanuele had dropped his gun, and she was being held by William. Both of their lives were in William’s hands.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out.

Before Isabella could comprehend what was happening, she saw Emanuele collapse to the ground. A bloom of blood spread across his chest, flowing down and growing steadily, a terrifying sight.

Isabella couldn’t help but cry out, “Emanuele!”

In agony, Emanuele clutched his chest.

“I’m avenging my uncle and my cousin. Emanuele, go to hell. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Isabella,” William laughed.

Emanuele’s features twisted in pain, but he forced himself to stand.

“William, believe me, as soon as you step out of this warehouse, my men will shoot you,” Emanuele’s words reminded William.

“You’ve reminded me of something, Emanuele. Your death doesn’t matter much, but you must transfer the leadership of the Mafia to me. You must give the order that I am the new head of the Chicago Mafia!”

William didn’t know for sure how many of his men had survived the recent massacre at the hands of Emanuele’s group, but he suspected there weren’t many left.

He didn’t want to stay here after killing Emanuele.

It wasn’t worth it.

But he had to admit, Emanuele’s resilience was remarkable. William had shot him in the heart, yet Emanuele still tried to stand.

“Heh, so what? I can add another shot,” William thought to himself. He would wait for Emanuele to transfer command to him before killing him.

“Hurry up, Emanuele, send a message to your men. Let them know that I am the next boss,” William demanded.

Emanuele sneered, “I’ll send it, but you must let Isabella go.”

Most of his men had been groomed by him. They were waiting outside, and he needed to ensure Isabella’s safety. He had to negotiate with William to guarantee her safety.

He wouldn’t tell William that even if he sent the message, it wouldn’t matter. His men followed his orders, and if William left, he’d likely be riddled with bullets.