Chapter 6 I'M NOT JOKING, WIFEY.

CHAPTER 6

Isabella held her breath, heart hammering against her ribs as the footsteps drew nearer. The echo of the step on marble floors sent a chill down her spine. She pressed herself deeper into the shadows behind the shelf, every muscle in her body taut with tension.

The door creaked open.

Light spilled into the room from the hallway, breaking through the darkness like a dagger. A silhouette appeared in the doorway-broad shoulders, confident stance. It was him. Dante.

He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. The air thickened.

Isabella resisted the urge to shift. Even the smallest sound could give her away.

Dante moved with practiced ease, walking toward the desk. He paused, his fingers brushing over its surface, then opened the drawer she had just closed moments ago.

She stifled a gasp.

He lifted the file-the same one with her name on it. His eyes scanned the contents, brow furrowing slightly. Then, with a thoughtful hum, he placed it back and closed the drawer.

Isabella exhaled slowly, silently praying he hadn't noticed the slight misalignment she'd left behind.

Dante turned, walking toward the bookshelves-toward her. She tensed, ready to bolt if necessary. But he stopped short, selecting a book from a nearby shelf and flipping it open casually.

He seemed... distracted. Almost preoccupied.

Eventually, he set the book down and walked back to the door. "I know you're curious, Isabella," he said softly, without looking back. "But curiosity can be dangerous."

Her blood ran cold.

He left.

She didn't move for several minutes, replaying his words over and over. Had he known she was there? Was it a warning... or a game?

When the silence stretched long enough to reassure her, she slipped out of her hiding place and crept back to her room.

-

A week later.

The whole members gathered at the information room waiting for the arrival of Dante.

Everyone was dressed black - head to toe.

Seems like there was a mission.

"Matteo, can you please call the boss? It's over an hour now and we are still here." Blue, the only girl in the room, said, rolling her eyes.

"You have a phone right? Pick it up and call him if you don't value your life." Matteo snapped at her.

Not quite long, Dante entered the room.

"Boss." They all greeted as he walked to his seat.

He sat gently and observed everyone present in the room.

"Matteo, share the information you have with them all." He said as he lit his cigarette.

Matteo moved to the large table in the room. He placed a big map on it and the crew gathered around it lit only by a hanging bulb. Maps, blueprints, and surveillance photos are spread out.

""Philip Cassano lands tonight. Jet touches down at 23:40. Terminal 3. Private hangar. That plane is ghost-listed, but we've got a man in customs who confirmed it. He's not traveling light-four armed escorts, bulletproof convoy, and a route change every time he sneezes."

He smirks, then looks each crew member in the eye.

"But none of that matters. Here's how we're gonna ghost him-clean, fast, no blood left behind." He paused walking back and forth in front of the table.

"Philip Cassano lands tonight under heavy security, but that won't save him. A contact at customs confirms his arrival, and a tracker will be placed on his vehicle to monitor his every move without detection.

While he settles into his penthouse at the Luna Regal, a crew member undercover as spa staff will plant surveillance devices to gather intel on his habits and routines.

The perfect opportunity arises when he visits Club Medusa-a fake fire alarm will scatter his security detail, creating the chaos we need. Two of our own, disguised as EMTs, will strike with a silent neurotoxin that mimics natural causes, leaving no blood, no noise, and no trace.

As the scene spirals into confusion, the team will disappear through a pre-planned exit route, leaving behind only a false clue to mislead investigators. By the time the city realizes what happened, we'll already be ghosts."

After the long talk, he took a step back, giving Dante space.

"I hope everybody understands clearly."

"Yes boss." They all chorused.

"Good. Those who will carry out the main action will be known before then. You are all dismissed. Everyone should meet here by 23:00." Without waiting for their reply, he walked out of the room tossing the cigarette wherever

-

Dante walked through the hallway with his hands at his back. He walked past Isabella's room and halted.

"You can go." He said to Matteo who was behind him.

"Do you want to spend some time with her again?" He asked with a disgusting expression.

Dante turned to him and shot him a hard glance which made him flick.

"Since when did you start questioning me?"

"I'm sorry boss." He said as fear gripped him, taking a step back.

"Get the fuck off now." Dante's ice voice came.

He took a step forward and opened the door to Isabella's room without knocking.

The scene in front of him made him slay away.

Isabella was naked standing in front of the mirror checking herself out.

"She's got some nice shape though." He smirks.

He glided to where she was standing and grabbed her gently by her tiny yet sexy waist.

"What the fuck are you doing you bastard!!" She screamed struggling to get out of his grip but it was in vain. Dante was too strong.

"Shhh.... You shouldn't hide anything from me." He said and turned her to face him.

She used her hand to cover her breast.

"C'mon girl. Have you forgotten you will be my wife soon." He said with a smirk. "I'm gonna see everything you are hiding no matter what." He said creasing her back.

Isabella stood glued to the ground, tears streaming down her eyes as Dante creased her back.

Out of nowhere, a sudden strength hit her and she pushed him away with full force making him stumble on the bed.

"Don't you dare touch me again you fool." She cried and ran into the bathroom.

Dante laid on the bed laughing vigorously like the devil he was.

"How brave of you isabella. You keep pushing me to discipline you."

Meanwhile, in the bathroom.

Isabella leaned on the door crying her eyes out. She grabbed a towel from the rack and wrapped herself in it.

"Dad..." She starmmed. "See what you've gotten your only child into. Why! Why!!!" She screamed.

After an hour of crying, she washed her face and left the bathroom hoping Dante would have gone. Unfortunately, he was sitting calmly on the sofa with a magazine in his hands.

Without raising his head up, he said.

"Are you done screaming and crying?"

"Why are you still here?" She replied back with a question rolling her eyes.

"I'll spare you this time. Don't you ever roll your eyes at me again."

How did he know that? Isabella thought.

"And what if I don't?" She found herself talking back.

'Isabella. What are you saying? Do you wanna die?" She screamed in her head.

"I'm not here to spoil your mood. I have good news for you." He said with an awkward smile.

Isabella only stared at him like a moron.

He stood up with his hand jammed in his pocket.

"We are having a wedding tomorrow, our wedding, wifey." He said laughing out awkwardly.

"You're.... You're joking right." Isabella .

"I'm not joking, wifey. See you later, cutie." And like that, he left the room.