Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

William’s face bore signs of injury, looking disheveled. He seemed to not quite understand why James was so enraged, and even Emanuele didn’t seem as furious as he was.

Nevertheless, Emanuele was a mafia boss, adept at concealing his emotions.

“Emanuele, are you going to kill me?” William looked at Emanuele, wearing a calm smile.

Regardless, facing his enemy, William felt he had to remain calm. But in the next moment, he couldn’t manage it.

The gun in Emanuele’s hand struck his arm, the bullet piercing through his body. The intense pain made William’s body contort uncontrollably.

“Damn you, Emanuele,” William gritted through his teeth.

“Can’t hold on anymore, huh? William, we’ll settle our scores slowly,” Emanuele said, firing another shot at William’s knee.

William howled. He couldn’t stand steady, falling to the ground, twisted in agony. He crawled, but the wounds and the blood flowing from his body rendered him immobile after a few steps.

Gasping heavily, he refused to give up. However, Emanuele’s soldiers surrounded him, watching him as if he were a bug.

They knew William could no longer move.

“William, you don’t need to struggle in vain. You will die here today,” Emanuele said with a smile, announcing William’s death while he was still alive.

William’s crawling body involuntarily stiffened. He pondered, realizing Emanuele was right. Yes, he was going to die here.

Never had he expected death to arrive so swiftly. No matter how clever he was, or how he planned his escape, now he faced death.

William turned to Emanuele. “I admit, this time you’ve won. But Emanuele, have you really won? Your father gave you such a powerful mafia, yet you couldn’t protect your parents, your wife, or even the child in your wife’s womb. Do you truly believe you’ve won? Have you really won against me?”

Damn it, Emanuele felt as if his blood had been set on fire. He drew his gun, wanting to shatter William’s head, to crush his entire body. But after meeting William’s eyes, Emanuele hesitated and refrained from doing so.

He suddenly realized that William was deliberately provoking him, instigating him to kill him immediately, so he wouldn’t endure further agony.

How could he let William have his way?

Thinking this, Emanuele holstered his gun. He saw disappointment in William’s eyes.

Then, Emanuele stomped on William’s knee, the same knee he had shot. The already painful wound was now further agonized by Emanuele’s foot, causing William to scream in anguish, clutching his knee.

“They are all my family, the loved ones I protected with my life. You’ve destroyed everything, you damn well deserve to die, but I won’t let you die so easily,” Emanuele’s shoe pressed down on William’s wound, twisting it with force. The pain made William feel like he was about to faint.

The intense pain made his body convulse uncontrollably, yet it was not over.

Emanuele suddenly pulled out a knife, and as William looked on in horror, he asked, “What do you intend to do?”

“You’re already dying, so having this isn’t of any use, is it?”

James nodded approvingly from the side. He agreed with the boss’s point of view. Every time he thought of Evelyn, covered in wounds, unconscious, James felt deeply distressed.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

With William’s piercing scream, his genitals were severed by Emanuele.

He had lost the most precious thing a man could lose.

Emanuele had William bound to prevent him from struggling, then slowly proceeded to cut other parts of his body with the knife, as if performing surgery.

“William, didn’t you used to work in a hospital as a doctor? Is this what surgery feels like? Hmm, except there’s no anesthesia. I wonder if you feel the pain or not?” Emanuele said, smiling, even though William was already screaming in agony. William’s eyes were then gouged out; he could see nothing, only hear Emanuele’s words, but soon, he could no longer hear anything.

William’s blood flowed along the floor, his empty eyes looking terrifying. His breath ceased, like a lifeless doll, devoid of any vitality.

William was dead.

Emanuele watched as William, under his torment, lost his life.

Only then did Emanuele halt his actions, dropping the knife to the ground.

Though not his first time committing such brutality, now, his body trembled, and as he looked at the corpse before him, he contemplated deeply.

This was the enemy he had pursued for so long, the one who had harmed his father, stepmother, brother-in-law, Isabella, and Phillip, as well as many of his subordinates.

Now, he had become a corpse.

Emanuele felt as though the burden on his shoulders had lightened in an instant. He seemed to be able to breathe freely.

Emanuele turned to James beside him. James nodded. Although they didn’t say anything, through their exchanged glances, they both found solace in each other’s eyes.

When they emerged from the warehouse, it was already dark outside, but Emanuele felt oddly relaxed.

“Has Evelyn been taken to the hospital?” James nodded. “The doctor just said she doesn’t have any serious issues, but she’s been physically abused. He asked if I wanted to report it, but I stopped him.”

“Good. James, go to the hospital and visit Evelyn. She might need you now,” Emanuele said, observing the nervousness and worry in James’s eyes. He knew Isabella was right; James must have feelings for Evelyn. A man’s love for a woman couldn’t be hidden. Isabella also claimed that Evelyn liked James. Given Evelyn’s current state, she needed comfort. Isabella herself wasn’t in a good condition either. If she found out about Evelyn’s situation, she would be devastated. Since Evelyn liked James, having him by her side should be the best choice.

“Alright boss, I understand,” James said, immediately turning to leave in his car, eager to reach the hospital as soon as possible.

After dealing with William, Emanuele looked at his blood-stained and gunpowder-scented clothes and decided to take a shower in an apartment nearby, changing into fresh clothes before going to find Isabella.

Isabella had fallen asleep after crying so much. When Phillip arrived, he found Isabella resting and chose not to disturb her, silently waiting downstairs for her to wake up.

Phillip had heard the story from Lilly and shook his head. “You guys were not careful enough. How could you discuss this at the stairwell? Now, Isabella knows everything.”