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Six Months Contract With The Mafia God

Chapter 167: Revenge was going to taste so fucking sweet · Nov 05, 2026

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151 Chapter 151: Fuck Me...Please...I Need..." 2026-11-05
152 Chapter 152: What Happened In Italy? 2026-11-05
153 Chapter 153: Isabella’s Back In Rome 2026-11-05
154 Chapter 154: The Empire 2026-11-05
155 Chapter 155: Someone Is Here To See You 2026-11-05
156 Chapter 156: She’d Just Been Warned 2026-11-05
157 Chapter 157: Did Vincent Scare You Today? 2026-11-05
158 Chapter 158: We Are Being Watched 2026-11-05
159 Chapter 159: Your Wife Is A Test Subject 2026-11-05
160 Chapter 160: Dimitri Has Just Been Shot 2026-11-05
161 Chapter 161: Eve Must Not Know 2026-11-05
162 Chapter 162: She’s Going To Be Pissed 2026-11-05
163 Chapter 163: You Lied To Me 2026-11-05
164 Chapter 164: Can I Touch You Now? Please? 2026-11-05
165 Chapter 165: Promise me you’ll always come home 2026-11-05
166 Chapter 166: A Man Who Looked Like Dimitri. 2026-11-05
167 Chapter 167: Revenge was going to taste so fucking sweet 2026-11-05
168 Chapter 168: Dante 2026-11-05
169 Chapter 169: And I’m Going To Fuck You Again 2026-11-05
170 Chapter 170: Your Brother Was In Rome Last Week 2026-11-05
171 Chapter 171: A Ghost Running A Mafia Family 2026-11-05
172 Chapter 172: You’re Thinking Of Working With Enzo? 2026-11-05
173 Chapter 173: Do We Tell Lorenzo? 2026-11-05
174 Chapter 174: Fuck Her Until She Can’t Walk. 2026-11-05
175 Chapter 175: Enzo Called 2026-11-05
176 Chapter 176: You’re Going To Suck My Cock 2026-11-05
177 Chapter 177: Please Stop? Or Please Fuck You Harder? 2026-11-05
178 Chapter 178: Make Yourself Come While I Fuck You 2026-11-05
179 Chapter 179: Two Weeks Of Restrain 2026-11-05
180 Chapter 180: I Missed Being Inside You Like This 2026-11-05
181 Chapter 181: You Did So Good, Baby 2026-11-05
182 Chapter 182: The Covenant Is About To Release A Virus 2026-11-05
183 Chapter 183: The Suicide Mission 2026-11-05
184 Chapter 184: James Conley 2026-11-05
185 Chapter 185: You’re Lying To Her Again 2026-11-05
186 Chapter 186: Isabella Found The Bugs 2026-11-05
187 Chapter 187: Dante Works For The Covenant! 2026-11-05
188 Chapter 188: We Have Common Enemies 2026-11-05
189 Chapter 189: The Romanos Are Surveilling Isabella 2026-11-05
190 Chapter 190: Eve Found Out The Truth 2026-11-05
191 Chapter 191: You Are Not Leaving. You Belong To Me 2026-11-05
192 Chapter 192: I’m Going To Fuck You Until You Understand Something 2026-11-05
193 Chapter 193: Eve Left 2026-11-05
194 Chapter 194: Eve Is Gone 2026-11-05
195 Chapter 195: Tell Him I’m Safe 2026-11-05
196 Chapter 196: I’m So Fucking Sorry, Eve 2026-11-05
197 Chapter 197: Baby, Untie Me, I Need To Touch You 2026-11-05
198 Chapter 198: Marco Brought Breakfast 2026-11-05
199 Chapter 199: You Are Stronger Than Claire Was 2026-11-05
200 Chapter 200: Boss, I Found Something 2026-11-05

He took another drag, watched the smoke curl into the night sky.

The irony was beautiful.

Isabella thought she was using him to forget Dimitri.

Didn’t realize Dante had spent weeks researching her. Knew she went to the same clubs every Thursday. Knew she had a type. Knew she was vulnerable and angry and desperate.

All he’d had to do was position himself in the right place, look the right way, say the right things.

And she’d fallen into his bed like fruit from a tree.

Now she was addicted.

To his size. His strength. The way he fucked her like he hated her.

She’d be back tomorrow. Or the next day. Texting him. Begging him to come over.

And Dante would come.

Would fuck her until she couldn’t walk. Would whisper poison in her ear about Dimitri’s rejection. Would slowly, carefully, turn her desperation into obsession.

And when the time was right?

He’d make sure Dimitri Valentino knew.

Would send him photos. Videos. Proof that his betrothed, the woman he’d been engaged to for fourteen years, was screaming another man’s name every night.

Not just any man.

A Romano.

The family Dimitri had tried to destroy.

Dante smiled around his cigarette.

Revenge was going to taste so fucking sweet.

Behind him, he heard movement.

Turned to see Isabella stirring, her hand reaching across the bed, searching for him.

Dante crushed out his cigarette and walked back inside.

***

POV: ISABELLA

Isabella woke slowly, every muscle in her body screaming.

She was sore everywhere. Between her legs especially....a deep, throbbing ache that reminded her exactly what she’d done.

Who she’d done it with.

Again.

The man....she didn’t even know his name, had never asked, had been even better tonight than last time.

Bigger. Rougher. More brutal.

Exactly what she needed to forget that Dimitri didn’t want her.

Isabella opened her eyes, saw the empty bed beside her, and felt a flash of panic.

He’d left.

They always left eventually.

But then she heard footsteps, and he appeared in the doorway.

Naked. Magnificent. Backlit by the Rome skyline.

And God, he looked so much like Dimitri it hurt.

Same height. Same build. Same dark hair falling across his forehead.

If she squinted. If she didn’t look too closely at his face.

She could pretend.

The man walked to the bed, no words, no explanation and climbed back on.

His hands gripped her ankles.

Spread her legs wide.

Isabella gasped...still sensitive, still sore but didn’t protest.

She wanted this.

Needed this.

Needed to feel wanted even if it was fake.

He positioned himself at her entrance, looked down at her with eyes that were dark and unreadable.

And slammed home in one brutal thrust.

Isabella cried out....pain and pleasure mixing, and her body automatically curled around him.

Legs wrapping around his waist. Arms reaching for his shoulders. Trying to pull him closer.

He allowed it.

Leaned down so their faces were inches apart.

His hair fell forward, shadowing his features, and in the dim light....

He was Dimitri.

Isabella’s breath caught.

She knew it wasn’t real. Knew this was some stranger she’d picked up at a club three weeks ago.

But when he moved inside her like this, when he looked at her like this....

She could pretend.

Could pretend Dimitri had changed his mind. Had come back for her. Had chosen her instead of that American whore.

The man’s lips curved into something that might have been a smile.

”You want him so badly,” he whispered, his accent different from Dimitri’s but close enough. ”You’d do anything to have him, wouldn’t you?”

”Yes,” Isabella gasped as he thrust deeper. ”Yes...anything....”

”Even this? Even letting a stranger fuck you because he looks like the man you can’t have?”

The words should have hurt.

Should have made her angry.

But they were true.

And somehow, the truth was what made her desperate.

”Yes,” she sobbed. ”Yes....please....don’t stop....”

He didn’t stop.

Fucked her slow and deep, making her feel every inch, making her body remember exactly who was inside her.

Not Dimitri.

Never Dimitri.

Just this nameless man who gave her what Dimitri never would.

Isabella came quietly, shaking apart beneath him, tears sliding down her temples.

The man followed soon after, spilling inside her again, marking her again.

Then he collapsed beside her, one arm thrown over her waist possessively.

”Stay,” Isabella whispered, her voice small. ”Stay the night. Please.”

He was silent for so long she thought he’d say no.

Then: ”Okay.”

Relief flooded through her.

She curled into his side, her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

And pretended just for tonight that she wasn’t alone.

That Dimitri had finally chosen her.

That this was real.

Even though she knew deep down where truth lived, that she was lying to herself.

That this man wasn’t Dimitri.

That he never would be.

And that she was so pathetically desperate for scraps of affection that she’d take them from anyone who looked close enough.

But tomorrow, she could face that truth.

Tonight, she just wanted to sleep in someone’s arms and pretend she was loved.

***

POV: DANTE

Dante held Isabella as she fell asleep, felt her breathing even out, felt her body relax completely.

Trusting.

Vulnerable.

Stupid.

If she knew who he really was, if she knew that the hands stroking her hair had also loaded the guns that killed six of Dimitri’s soldiers....

Would she still curl into him like this?

Would she still beg him to stay?

Probably.

Because Isabella Russo was broken in ways she didn’t even understand.

Broken by fourteen years of waiting for a man who would never love her.

Broken by a system that had groomed her from childhood to be a wife, a possession, a tool for family alliance.

Broken by rejection from the only man she’d ever been allowed to want.

And Dante...Dante was going to use every crack, every weakness, every desperate need.

Was going to take this broken woman and turn her into a weapon against Dimitri Valentino.

Starting tomorrow.

Starting with a text to his people: I have Dimitri’s betrothed. Start surveillance. I want photos. Video. Everything.

Dante closed his eyes, let Isabella’s warmth lull him toward sleep.

Phase one complete.

Phase two would be even better.

And by the time he was done?

Dimitri Valentino would know exactly what it felt like to lose everything.

Just like Dante had.

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