Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

On the way back to the apartment from the hospital, Isabella and Emanuele didn’t talk much. Isabella nestled in Emanuele’s arms, feeling tightly embraced, as if she were Emanuele’s precious baby.

Back in the apartment, as soon as they entered, a team of bodyguards followed, bringing in a pile of supplies-food, clothes, medicines, and various other items. Looking at the crowded apartment with all these things, the spacious living room now seemed somewhat cramped.

Isabella looked at Emanuele somewhat helplessly. “Are you buying so much stuff? Are you planning to open a small supermarket here?”

“Listen, Isabella, I hope you stay in the apartment. Eat whatever you want, stop worrying about dieting. Take a look at these snacks; if you don’t like them, I’ll have them buy something else, or you can choose to order online yourself.”

Emanuele instructed Isabella, covering everything before he went about his business.

Before leaving, Emanuele hugged Isabella, placing a hand on her belly. Isabella had been his motivation to strive before, and now, with a child added to the equation, Emanuele felt even more determined not to lose. If he lost, Isabella and the child would likely suffer a terrible fate.

He couldn’t bear the thought.

Thinking about this, Emanuele couldn’t help but take a deep breath. He felt that he needed to double his efforts.

Reluctantly, Emanuele called Isidoro.

“Emanuele, I knew you would need me. What do you need? How can I help you?” Isidoro answered Emanuele’s call, sounding quite pleased.

“It’s like this. We know William is in Chicago now, but he has been very elusive. I’ve been looking for him for a long time, but with no success.”

“Alright, don’t worry. I will help you investigate. However, I must remind you, Emanuele, someone as good at hiding as him may have a respectable identity in Chicago to cover his actions. I think he may have been lurking in Chicago long before you noticed him.”

Isidoro excelled in assassination, and he understood people skilled at hiding. If Emanuele couldn’t find William, it could only mean he was looking in the wrong direction. Emanuele had believed that William had suddenly arrived in Chicago, hiding to escape pursuit after Frederick’s death. However, Isidoro’s reminder made Emanuele realize that William might have entered Chicago much earlier.

Perhaps even before Emanuele discovered the Sicilians.

Isidoro’s words instantly reminded Emanuele. Originally, Emanuele felt as if he were in a fog, unsure of the direction. He could only follow William’s traces to find him. Now, with Isidoro’s reminder, he suddenly knew how to search for William.

Indeed, following Isidoro’s suggestion, William must have entered Chicago much earlier than Emanuele imagined.

Before, he had fallen into a strange circle, thinking that William must have come here to escape pursuit after Frederick’s death. But now, he believed that if Isidoro’s possibility was correct, he might be able to catch William much earlier.

“Thank you, Isidoro. I owe you another favor.”

Emanuele hung up the phone and gave new orders to find William. William should be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old now. Emanuele wondered if he had hidden as a doctor, a teacher, a lawyer, or something else.

…

Evelyn had been confined in the apartment for a week. During this time, every day, Pippo would bring her meals. Every day, she had to be injected with drugs, weakening her body.

Let her, except for eating, going to the bathroom, and talking, have no strength left.

Damn it, Evelyn felt like she was going crazy from Pippo’s torment. The weakness in her body and the haziness in her mind made Evelyn extremely uncomfortable. It felt like the aftermath of a serious illness, yet she wasn’t truly sick. If she continued to be injected with drugs like this every day, Evelyn didn’t know if her body would completely break down.

“Pippo, how can you keep doing this to me?”

In the evening, just before bedtime, Pippo walked in. He stared at Evelyn, who was lying in bed, while he stood at the bedside, looking down at her.

Evelyn felt like she was nothing more than soil, and Pippo was the noble king, crushing her deeply under his feet. A sense of unwillingness spread in Evelyn’s heart, and hatred filled her entire being. She hated Pippo and wished she could kill him. Given the chance, she would definitely end his life.

She had never been humiliated like this before.

Pippo gazed at Evelyn for a moment, then suddenly took off his clothes, revealing his muscular physique. He was the type of man who looked slim when clothed, but when the clothes came off, his strong muscles became evident.

Evelyn had once been fascinated by Pippo’s body, and their physical connection had been quite intense. But now, she didn’t want to see Pippo at all.

Seeing Pippo undress, Evelyn turned her head away. Pippo, seeing Evelyn’s reaction, couldn’t help but smile. He reached out, pinching Evelyn’s chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Evelyn, look at me. You used to like me, didn’t you?”

Forced to look at Pippo, Evelyn’s eyes, however, were filled with hatred.

“I hate you, you bastard,” Evelyn cursed fiercely, putting all her strength into the words, even though she was weak.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Pippo burst into laughter. “It’s okay, Evelyn. Hate me as much as you want. I like it when people hate me. It’s even better if everyone despises me.”

As Pippo spoke, he kissed Evelyn’s lips. Evelyn detested every touch from Pippo now, but the man’s breath was so overpowering that she felt trapped, as if she couldn’t escape.

Evelyn bit Pippo’s mouth with all her might, hoping he would let her go. Though she was weak, she still had the strength to bite. Pippo felt a sudden pain in his mouth, and the taste of blood spread along with the pain. Yet, he didn’t release Evelyn; instead, he became more excited, continuing to entangle and kiss her.

The mix of the bloody taste and Pippo’s breath made Evelyn extremely uncomfortable. Damn Pippo, how could he treat her like this?

Soon, Evelyn felt Pippo’s hands moving down, touching her body, forcefully kneading her breasts. The stimulating sensation made Evelyn uncontrollably moan.

Even though she intellectually rejected Pippo, her body began to respond to his stimulation. Evelyn felt incredibly ashamed and wanted to avoid Pippo’s touch. However, Pippo simply pulled her into his embrace, squeezing her body tightly, making Evelyn unable to move.

He didn’t use much force, but because Evelyn’s body was so weak, she had no choice but to yield to Pippo.