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The Mafia Boss's Estranged Bride

Bring my wife to me." The words echoed through the hallway. Five years ago, Isabella Romano died. Or... so the world believes. She had been forced into a cold, loveless marriage with the ruthless mafia king, Lorenzo De Luca where Isabella was nothing more than a pawn in a dangerous game of power. But on the night she uncovered a secret that could destroy his empire, she became a target. So she did the only thing she could to survive. Disappearing. Now living under a new identity as Elena Rossi, Isabella has built a quiet life far away from blood, betrayal... and the man she once called husband. But when a high-profile art restoration job leads her straight into Lorenzo's world again, everything she once buried comes crashing back because Lorenzo never forgets and he never forgives. The moment he sees her, one truth becomes clear, his estranged bride was still alive and this time, he was never letting her go. Now dragged back into a world she barely escaped, Isabella must hide the one secret that could destroy everything; she didn't leave alone, she had left with his son. But as enemies close in and buried truths begin to surface, one question threatens to tear them apart: Did Isabella run to betray him... Or to save his life? Because in a world ruled by power and blood, love is dangerous and secrets are deadly.
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Chapter 9

The night air was cold and deadly. Lorenzo stepped out of the car without hesitation or fear just like a man who had already decided how this would end. Behind him, doors slammed open in unison as his men followed, armed, silent and waiting for the command that would turn tension into violence.

Across the empty stretch of road, the black SUV idled, its headlights cut through the darkness, blinding and provocative but

Lorenzo's gaze didn't waver.

"Stay behind me," he said calmly.

But his men spread out anyway, they knew this wasn't just a confrontation. It was a setup.

From the phone pressed to his ear, Sofia's voice came through, sharp and controlled.

"Six visible," she said. "There are two more behind the second car that just pulled up."

Lorenzo's eyes flicked slightly to the left, he didn't turn or react but he saw them.

"They're definitely waiting for something," Sofia continued. "This isn't just a simple exchange."

"I know," Lorenzo replied, his voice quiet.

The SUV door opened as a tall, confident man stepped out. He was armed but wasn't the one Lorenzo focused on. His eyes locked onto the backseat as he caught a slight movement from the small figure behind the drivers' seat.

That was his son. Matteo.

His chest tightened for a second, then the feeling was gone replaced by something colder.

Possession.

The man leaned casually against the car.

"You're early," he called out.

"Bring him to me," he replied calmly.

"That's not how this works." The man chuckled. As a second car door opened behind him, more men stepped out with their weapons visible now.

"Lorenzo... something's off. They're too relaxed." Sofia's voice cut in again.

"I can see that." he rasped.

"Then don't walk into it."

Lorenzo began walking in slow, measured steps forward.

"Stop right there," the man warned, lifting his gun slightly.

Lorenzo stopped.

"State your terms," he said.

"It's simple, you walk away," he said.

Lorenzo scoffed as he laughed. His laughter came out cold and dangerous.

"You took my son," he said. "And you think I'm here for negotiation"

"You are not negotiating, you're surviving" he corrected, his smile still plastered on his face.

"Because if you take one more step... he dies," he added.

The words cut through the air like a blade, everything stilled, even the wind seemed to stop.

Lorenzo's gaze sharpened, behind him, his men stood tensed; waiting and watching. One wrong move and it would all explode.

"They're not bluffing." Sofia's voice dropped to a whisper.

Lorenzo didn't respond. His eyes never left the man in front of him.

"Who sent you?" he asked.

"You really don't know?" The man asked, tilting his head slightly.

That was just enough for Lorenzo to know that they weren't a random rival gang. This was someone who knew him. Someone close and bold enough to use his son.

Lorenzo's jaw tightened.

"This is your last chance to walk away," the man drawled.

"Mommy...?" A soft, shaky sound broke through the heavy silence.

Lorenzo's breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes shut. That was Matteo's. His son's voice was filled with fear and confusion, looking for someone who wasn't there.

Something inside Lorenzo shifted and it wasn't rage. It was something more deeper and dangerous.

He took a step forward.

"Lorenzo, DON'T," Sofia snapped through the phone.

"I said stop!" The man raised his gun instantly.

Lorenzo didn't stop. Didn't slow down or even blink.

"You don't touch what's mine," he said quietly.

And immediately everything exploded. Gunshots tore through the night and bullets flew around in the air, glass shattered as engines roared.

Lorenzo moved faster than anyone expected and in one clean and precise shot. The man in front of him dropped instantly. It wasn't over yet as more men rushed in from behind and from all sides.

That was exactly what Sofia warned about.

"It's an ambush!" one of Lorenzo's men shouted.

It was too late. The second group opened fire as Lorenzo ducked behind the SUV his son was in, grabbing the door handle, his eyes locked onto Matteo.

The boy was frozen and terrified.

"Stay down!" Lorenzo barked.

Matteo didn't understand and stayed exactly where he was. Another shot rang out too close and fast. Lorenzo's instincts kicked in.

He reached in, pulled the boy out, holding Matteo's small body in his arms just as he was about to turn, a shot tore through the air, heading straight toward them.

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