Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Pippo had about a third of the resemblance to William, especially in the eyes and eyebrows, and bore a slight resemblance to Frederick. However, because this similarity was too low, Emanuele had always felt that Pippo was familiar, but he couldn’t recall why. Now it seemed clear: it was William.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

In other words, it was him who had come to his and Isabella’s apartment that time, had thoroughly surveyed the layout of the cameras around the apartment and inside, and had figured out how to take Isabella away.

Emanuele didn’t have time to think. He quickly put on a suit and hurried down towards his SUV.

“Boss, we have important matters to attend to,” Zak reminded Emanuele. They were still tracking down William.

“I already know where William is. Now, go and get as many people as possible to follow me. Maybe he’s there,” Emanuele said.

Emanuele put on a bulletproof vest. He couldn’t afford to think more. Time was money, and with every passing moment, Isabella’s danger would only increase. He had to find and deal with William before he settled Isabella somewhere. He feared for Isabella’s safety. Even though Isabella was currently useful to William, he wouldn’t kill her, but it was hard to guarantee that he wouldn’t send some of her body parts to them. They had encountered situations before where kidnappers threatened them, often sending items from the victim to confirm their identity. Sometimes it was a strand of hair, sometimes a shoe, and sometimes even a finger. He couldn’t bear to think about what would happen if Isabella was harmed by the other party. He had to act quickly to prevent this from becoming a reality.

As Emanuele rushed to the apartment, James had already called the brothers in the vicinity, instructing them to drop whatever they were doing and observe Pippo’s apartment, preventing Pippo from escaping. However, even at this moment, James, this big man, was still puzzled. Pippo was William? He had heard that Pippo was a close friend of his wife, Isabella, and had been a colleague of hers in the hospital before she met Emanuele. Could he be a clairvoyant, knowing what would happen in the future? No, it must be a coincidence. James felt like his brain was about to explode from all the deductions. Regardless, he believed in the boss; the boss’s judgment couldn’t be wrong.

Soon they arrived in front of Pippo’s apartment. One of the observers approached and reported, “We’ve been observing, and there’s been no activity in the house.”

Emanuele frowned. He kicked the door open, raising his handgun at the same time, ready to shoot upon seeing Pippo. However, the living room was empty, not a soul in sight. Damn it, had he already escaped? After taking Isabella, did William not return to the apartment?

Emanuele immediately ordered his men to thoroughly search the remaining rooms. It was at this moment that a woman’s scream came from one of the rooms. Emanuele thought it might be Isabella and rushed over, only to find Evelyn instead. She was lying naked on the bed, covered only by a sheet that Pippo had left before leaving. Seeing so many armed men in front of her, she screamed in terror, believing she was going to die there. It was only when Emanuele appeared before her, and she recognized the familiar face that her fear turned to tears.

“Emanuele, it’s you… Isabella, where is she?” Emanuele stepped forward and asked Evelyn. He also noticed the chains on her wrists and ankles. James helped to free her from the chains. Only then could Evelyn sit up, wrapping the sheet around herself for a sense of security.

“I don’t know. Is Isabella in trouble? Pippo said his target was Isabella. During this time, I’ve been held captive by Pippo. He used my phone to contact Isabella, but I don’t know what’s happened. Emanuele, you have to save Isabella,” Evelyn pleaded.

Seeing Evelyn in this state, Emanuele knew she truly didn’t know anything. His head throbbed with a sense of helplessness spreading throughout his body. He was always one step behind. If he had realized Pippo’s true identity earlier, Isabella wouldn’t have faced this danger. Damn it, he was the head of the Chicago Mafia, yet he couldn’t even protect his loved one. No, he had been careless, focusing on invisible enemies and neglecting the dangers around Isabella. With this in mind, Emanuele asked James to take care of Evelyn and turned back to his own apartment.

Inside, everyone wore troubled expressions. Lilly seemed to have been crying, her face red and her eyes bloodshot. Elisa, although seemingly expressionless, exuded a senseof darkness and despair, appearing like a desolate ruin.

As Emanuele entered the apartment, he drew everyone’s attention. Elisa, as if finding support, immediately seemed a bit more composed. “Boss, I failed to take care of the mistress. Please punish me,” she said.

“Now is not the time for that,” Emanuele scanned everyone present. “Do you know how they took Isabella?” Tony and Harry shook their heads. Elisa explained, “They entered through the bathroom window, drugged the mistress, and then took her out through the same window. It was a blind spot in our surveillance.”

Most of their windows were sealed, and only the bathroom window was open. Emanuele had taken thorough security measures, but still, they couldn’t escape those cunning enemies.

Feeling slightly calmer, Emanuele went upstairs to the bathroom. The window was wide open, and the connecting steel bars had been sawed through. Thinking about how Isabella had invited Evelyn and William to their apartment earlier, Emanuele realized that cunning William had already memorized the layout of their apartment at that time.

Emanuele sighed. Isabella was missing, and so was William. “I feel like I must search every inch of Chicago,” Emanuele made a decision.

It wouldn’t be easy, but this was his territory. His wife had been kidnapped on his turf. If he couldn’t rescue her, Emanuele felt he didn’t deserve to be called a Mafia boss.

Emanuele relayed this order to Zak, who passed it on. Just then, Emanuele’s phone buzzed. He received a message: “Emanuele, are you frantically searching for me? How about we talk about cooperation? I am William.”

William had actually messaged him. At this moment, Emanuele felt like his eyes were about to shoot flames. He squeezed the phone so hard, as if he wanted to crush it. “Release Isabella. This is between the two of us men,” he replied.