Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

Jessie wouldn’t just come to Chicago out of the blue. People like them are always busy and usually stay in their own city. If they do go to another city, they usually inform the local boss first.

But today, Jessie unexpectedly came here, which puzzled Emanuele, and she didn’t even tell him about it.

Emanuele felt that something was off.

Moreover, Jessie contacted him through Phillip, why didn’t she come directly?

It was already ten o’clock at night, and many people had already gone to bed. Emanuele saw Jessie in his office.

Today, Jessie’s outfit was no different from usual, a black dress, heavy makeup, and adorned with emerald jewelry, exuding an aura of elegance and mystery.

She was lounging on the sofa, smoking lazily.

When Jessie saw Emanuele arrive, she stubbed out her cigarette and flashed a smile at him.

“Emanuele, you’re here? Did I disturb you and Isabella?”

“What’s the matter? Why did you suddenly come to Chicago without informing me in advance?”

Emanuele frowned. Despite the two times Jessie had helped him before, he was grateful, but he felt that he had repaid his debt to her after accompanying Jessie on previous missions. They could never be friends; Emanuele disliked Jessie’s ruthless ways, some of which even he, a mafia boss, disapproved of.

So, after repaying Jessie’s favor, Emanuele decided to have no more dealings with Jessie.

But he never expected Jessie to show up in the middle of the night.

“Emanuele, why do you look so nervous? I don’t have any business; I just missed you and wanted to see you.”

As Jessie finished speaking, she noticed Emanuele’s tenser expression, and she laughed, “Okay, I was just messing with you. I know you love your wife, that charming cutie, young, pretty, and obedient. I like her too.”

Emanuele stared at Jessie warily, “What do you want to say?”

For some reason, he had a bad feeling.

No one wants what they love to be eyed by others, especially someone like her, a mafia boss, who would not accept it.

If their desired things were targeted, they could be cruelly taken away.

He didn’t want Isabella to face this danger again.

Seeing Emanuele acting like a wild cat protecting its young, his every hair seemingly standing on end, Jessie found it amusing.

“Don’t worry, Emanuele, I came to see you not to cause trouble. It’s about our last job; even though the deal is sealed, the other side wants to meet you multiple times. I hope you can accompany me to Europe again in a few days.”

Emanuele looked at Jessie, “I think I’ve cleared my debt to you.”

“Of course, if it’s not urgent, I wouldn’t have come all the way to Chicago to find you immediately. How about this, if the cooperation is successful, I’ll give you thirty percent of the profit.”

Upon hearing Jessie’s words, Emanuele was tempted.

No one could resist the lure of profit, and Jessie was in for a big deal.

Though tempted, Emanuele wanted to refuse Jessie, “Jessie, let’s drop this. I have many ways to make money; I don’t have to do it from this source. My wife will misunderstand.”

“Emanuele, I never thought that you, who appear so cold, also have such a sentimental side.” Jessie couldn’t help but laugh. She walked toward Emanuele, wanting to touch him, but he dodged.

Without touching Emanuele, she didn’t feel embarrassed but smiled, “Alright, let’s exchange a condition. You help me, and I owe you a favor, is that okay?”

Compared to sharing profits, favors seemed almost equal, but to Emanuele, there was a big difference.

Favors could be exchanged for many things, not to mention a favor from Jessie.

Maybe one day, he would need Jessie’s help.

After thinking for a moment, Emanuele told Jessie, “I need to ask my wife.”

A formidable mafia boss of Chicago, a man who could command the winds, yet he respected his wife to this extent, Jessie couldn’t help but feel envious.

Despite the many men around her, every one of them showed interest in her was driven by ulterior motives.

“Isabella is lucky to have your affection.”

Emanuele didn’t say anything and asked Jessie, “Where are you staying tonight? When are you going back to New York?”

“It’s okay, I came to Chicago to have fun for a few days, and when you decide, let me know. I’ve already booked a hotel, so you don’t have to arrange anything for me.” Jessie said, flipping her hair and left.

After Phillip saw Jessie off, he returned to Emanuele and asked, “Boss, is Jessie really here just to discuss cooperation?”

He still found it strange. Is it really just about partnership that she had to come all the way from New York to Chicago in the middle of the night? And needed to see Emanuele immediately?

Moreover, she contacted him through him. He felt that if it was indeed about discussing cooperation, they could have just called each other since they had contact information.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“I find it strange, but she doesn’t seem like she’s up to no good. I’m going back now, Phillip, keep an eye on Jessie.”

He didn’t want Jessie’s presence to become a variable.

Phillip nodded.

Emanuele returned to his apartment.

At this time, Isabella was already in bed, curled up on one side. It wasn’t clear if she was asleep.

Isabella’s hair had grown quickly, long and silky, like satin.

She lay in bed, her hair scattered on the sheets, looking as beautiful as a painting.

Emanuele approached, reached out, and gently touched Isabella’s hair, which felt as silk as he imagined.

After feeling Emanuele touch her hair, Isabella turned to look at him, her bright eyes open, “You’re back?”

She had almost fallen asleep waiting for Emanuele.

She thought he wouldn’t be back for a while, but he returned sooner than she expected.

Emanuele pulled Isabella into his arms, kissing her forehead, “Yes, I’m back.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing, Jessie wants to discuss cooperation again, the same situation as last time, asking me to accompany her on another mission. Isabella, do you mind if I go?”

Isabella didn’t expect Emanuele to ask her. It was his decision, so why would she interfere?

But Emanuele’s inquiry made Isabella feel comforted; at least, he would respect her.