Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Listening to Emanuele’s words, William pondered for a moment and couldn’t help but smile, “Are you negotiating terms with me? Emanuele, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me?”

As William spoke, he pulled Isabella closer to him.

“Don’t think I don’t know. Right now, Isabella is my only bargaining chip. If she’s gone, you’d probably unleash your men on me, wouldn’t you? Hahaha, Emanuele, you underestimate me. Do you think if you keep silent, I can’t become the head of the Chicago Mafia? I could easily kill you, what else can’t I do?”

As William spoke, he once again aimed his gun at Emanuele; he was about to kill him.

At this moment, Isabella had already untied the rope from her hands.

Isabella felt quite clever, managing to untie the rope immediately.

Then, taking advantage of William’s lack of attention, she forcefully grabbed William’s hand and redirected the gun.

William’s attention was entirely on Emanuele, with no guard against Isabella.

Unexpectedly, Isabella directly untied the rope, which astonished William, leaving him momentarily unresponsive.

The gun that William had originally aimed at Emanuele instantly fired off to the side.

Simultaneously, Isabella pushed William to the ground, pounced on him, and seized his gun.

These successive movements were swift and forceful. Isabella thought, “It’s not in vain that I trained with Elisa for so long.”

However, due to her pregnancy and lack of food, she felt weakened. Merely carrying out these actions had exhausted all her strength.

Once William regained his senses, he immediately pushed Isabella away, attempting to retrieve the gun from her.

Isabella dodged William’s attack and, in turn, fired a shot at him.

Bang-despite William’s swift reaction, he was still hit in the shoulder.

Damn it, Isabella! When did she manage to free herself from the ropes? He had tied them tightly, yet she could still break free.

Furthermore, she swiftly disarmed him.

This woman was entirely different from what he had expected.

William clutched his shoulder, blood seeping out continuously, the pain causing his brow to furrow.

He never expected Isabella to actually shoot.

He had known Isabella for a long time. Back when they were doctors together, William had been kind to her. Yet now, she actually dared to shoot at him.

William felt as if he was meeting Isabella for the first time.

But he couldn’t afford to dwell on this. If he stayed here, Isabella would surely kill him. Her gun was still pointed at him, clearly indicating she intended to fire a second shot.

William immediately rolled on the ground to evade.

At that moment, Isabella fired a second shot.

William quickly took cover behind nearby debris.Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The sound of gunfire at the door alerted Emanuele’s men, and they rushed in.

“What’s going on?” James swiftly entered, seeing Emanuele on the ground, covered in blood, and Isabella firing in a particular direction.

How did things get so bad!

Seeing William’s figure vanish amidst the pile of scrap metal, Isabella felt regret.

Upon seeing James and the others rush in, she immediately pointed in the direction William had fled. “I just shot him in the shoulder, and he’s headed that way. Hurry and go after him. Don’t let him escape.”

She feared that William was still alive, that cunning man. If he wasn’t apprehended, he would surely come back for revenge one day.

James promptly led the pursuit.

“Emanuele, are you alright? You look terrible.” Isabella threw herself at Emanuele, dropping her earlier facade of strength. In this moment, she held Emanuele and wept.

Emanuele looked seriously injured. Glancing at him, Isabella saw he had been shot near the chest. He hadn’t died, perhaps because the bullet hadn’t hit his heart directly, an incredibly fortunate misfortune. Nevertheless, being shot near the heart was still extremely dangerous.

Seeing so much blood on Emanuele, Isabella felt as though half his blood had already spilled.

Jesus, please protect Emanuele!

She removed her jacket, covering Emanuele’s chest to staunch the bleeding.

Grasping Emanuele’s hand, she felt his warmth seemingly slipping away.

Struggling to open his eyes, Emanuele whispered, “Isabella, don’t worry about me. You need to leave.”

“It’s okay, I’m a doctor.”

“You need to rest now, Isabella. Listen to me, or I’ll worry about you.”

He caressed Isabella’s cheek. He knew she was excellent, but she was in a terrible state.

Seeing Isabella in such distress, witnessing her tears, Emanuele felt a deep pang, more painful than hisown injuries. He didn’t want Isabella to worry.

“Isabella, stop crying,” Emanuele comforted her. “You just saved me. I won’t die.”

Even for Isabella’s sake, he would strive to survive.

“Madam, please step aside. I’ve called a doctor; you should return to the apartment,” Tony’s voice sounded nearby.

Seeing Tony and Harry, Isabella wiped her tears. She knew she had to stay strong. They were safe now. As long as the doctor tended to Emanuele’s wounds, he would survive.

“I’ll wait here for the doctor.”

“Madam, the boss will worry about you. You need to go back to the apartment to rest, not just for yourself, but for the child in your belly. Let me take you back,” Tony said, preparing to lead Isabella away.

Isabella didn’t want to leave. She looked at Emanuele lying on the ground. “I want to stay with Emanuele. I’ll be fine.”

“The boss will worry about you. You need to get treated. Don’t worry; we’ll inform you immediately if anything happens,” Tony insisted, leading Isabella away.

His words acted as a sedative, calming Isabella.

Yes, her condition wasn’t good. Emanuele would worry about her. She should obediently go back and not let Emanuele worry.

Thinking this, Isabella stopped resisting.

After Isabella left, Emanuele also breathed a sigh of relief.

He lay on the ground, appearing like discarded refuse.

Gone was the previous dignity, coldness, and intimidation.

He felt intense pain, blood flowing from his body, his life seemingly slipping away bit by bit.

Zak looked at Emanuele with concern. “Boss, hang in there. The doctor will be here soon.”

Emanuele wanted to speak, but at that moment, he didn’t even have the strength to do so.

He had asked Isabella to leave because he didn’t want her to worry, didn’t want her to see him in such a fragile state.

He didn’t want her to be distressed, didn’t want her to suffer.

Soon, the doctor arrived. Seeing Emanuele’s condition, he immediately wheeled him onto the ambulance, rushing to the hospital.