The Mafia Sister

chapter 22

Isabella POV :

How the heck could I forget that they would be aware of Louis? He is, after all, the head of the French mafia. This is a catastrophe. Help me, heavenly Father.

"How do you know him, Sorella?" asks Victor furiously. Victor's furious question brought me back to the present, and I knew that I had to choose my words carefully.

"Why do you all possess firearms? "And why have you pointed your firearm at him?"

Louis, who understands what I'm doing, says, "We are business competitors Bella and it is normal to have firearms for self-protection, don't worry." I was relieved that Louis was playing along, but I knew that the situation was far from over. I needed to speak to my brothers and figure out a way to handle Louis without putting anyone in danger.

"I wish to speak to your dear brothers," Louis said, his voice calm and collected. "And then we can depart for Piedmont."

I nodded, grateful for the opportunity to figure out a plan. But as Louis and my brothers sat down to talk, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. This was a disaster, and I needed to find a way out of it before it was too late.

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Louis POV:

As I walked into the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. I knew that this was going to be a difficult conversation, and I was already dreading the outcome.

"Victor d' Angelo, how are you doing? It's been a while," I quipped, trying to break the tension.

But Maximo was not amused. He exclaimed angrily, "How dare you, how dare you enter this house and that too speak with Isabella."

I could feel my anger rising at his words, but I knew that I had to stay calm. "Maximo, it appears that your rage has not changed," I grinned. "You'd do well to keep in mind that your sister is my friend, and since she already despises you, do you really want her to hate you much more?"

Before anyone else could respond, Victor spoke up. "Let's continue our conversation in my office."

I nodded, grateful for the opportunity to speak to Victor and hopefully resolve any issues between us. As we entered his office and closed the door, I could feel the tension mounting.

"What are you here for, Louis?" Victor asked, his voice sharp.

I took a deep breath, trying to choose my words carefully. "Victor, we are not adversaries," I replied. "Isabella is my best friend, and I think she thinks of me as her brother."

But Leonardo was quick to interject. "We are not buddies either," he said firmly. " Isabella is our sister and the Italian- American mafia princess, and you are the leader of the French mafia. Your friendship is unsuitable."

I could feel my anger rising at his words, but I knew that I had to stay calm. "Our relationship, the friendship between Bella and I has nothing to do with you, Victor. She is similar to my sister. How on earth can you possibly claim to be her brother when you've done nothing for her?" I replied indignantly.

But Victor was quick to shut me down. "Enough," he said firmly. "Remember that this is my territory and that this is America, not France."

Leonardo eventually intervened in our argument, saying, "Both of you stop. If Isabella thinks of him as a friend, then let it be a brother. We'll address our rivalry later." He turned to face me and added, "She will be waiting for you."

When I was ready to depart, Victor asked, "Does she know your real identity."

Fuck. As Victor asked me if Isabella knew my real identity, I felt a knot form in my stomach. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. But before I could say anything, Leonardo spoke up.

"It doesn't matter if she knows his real identity or not," he said firmly. "What matters is that she trusts him and considers him a friend. We'll deal with the rest later."

I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that Leonardo had intervened. But as I left the office and headed towards Isabella, I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease.

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What will happen now?