Chapter 6
“What the fuck did you just say?! She’s my goddamn wife! You actually had the balls to touch her?!”
Massimo’s voice was pure ice and fury rolled into one. He grabbed the fat bastard by his throat and slammed him against the brick wall so hard the sound of cracking ribs echoed through the alley.
‘Break every bone in his fucking body!” he screamed at his soldiers, his eyes wild with a rage that bordered on insanity. “Don’t stop
until he tells me where Isabella is!”
The Sorento family had vanished like ghosts–liquidated everything they owned in Italy and disappeared without leaving so much as
1 breadcrumb trail.
Since Massimo couldn’t find Isabella, he’d hunted down the last scumbag who’d laid eyes on her–this pathetic wannabe gangster who’d been trying to worm his way into Ducati business for months.
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Jesus Christ, Massimo! Have you lost your fucking mind?!” The fat man spat blood, his birthday suit now decorated with his own ¿ore. “This is supposed to be a celebration! Half the city’s watching!”
But Massimo was way past caring about optics.
You said it yourself that night, you piece of shit!” the fat man wheezed, grinning through broken teeth. “Take her, she’s yours, fuck
er to death for all I care!‘ And now you’re playing the devastated husband? That tight little cunt was cherry, man! Married five years
and you never even popped her? What kind of pussy are you?”
Each word hit Massimo like a sledgehammer to the skull.
He went completely still, the blood draining from his face, and the fat man seized the moment to land a sucker punch that sent him
rashing to the ground.
Massimo didn’t even try to get up. His mind was fragmenting, replaying those words: “virgin” and “fuck her to death for all I care.”
Had those words really come out of his mouth?
You’re lying!” His voice cracked like a teenager’s. “I told you to scare her! Not to fucking-”
lis composure–twenty years of cold, calculated control–shattered completely.
Within minutes, Paolo was dragged before them, looking like he’d seen his own death.
Don Massimo… Mrs. Ducati… that night after the head trauma and the gunshot wound to her leg… what those men did to her lasted
until sunrise… she… her heart stopped. This is the official death certificate.”
‘aolo’s hands shook so violently he could barely hold the document.
Massimo ripped it from his grasp.
Deceased: Isabella Sorento Ducati.
The black letters seared into his brain like molten metal.
This is fucking fake!” He shredded the paper like a rabid animal. “It’s another one of her manipulative games! She can’t stand seeing me happy with someone else! You’re all in on this lie!”
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The most feared man in Italy collapsed in the dirt like a broken puppet.
Within minutes, videos of “Massimo Ducati’s Complete Mental Breakdown” and “Mafia Boss’s Wife Dies in Brutal Attack” went viral across every platform.
When Arianna arrived at the scene, she found Massimo and the fat man rolling on the ground like wild dogs, clawing at each other’s throats.
“You should’ve heard the noises she made!” the fat man taunted, blood streaming from his nose. “Crying and begging like a little angel! Best piece of ass I ever had!”
I’ll rip your fucking heart out!” Massimo had completely lost his humanity.
Arianna tried desperately to pull him back, but he backhanded her so hard she went flying into a concrete pillar.
She slumped there sobbing, watching the man she loved tear himself apart with his bare hands.
The footage of Massimo’s psychotic episode and Arianna’s traumatized breakdown became the biggest scandal in Italian media uistory.
Massimo mobilized every criminal contact, every corrupt official, every underground connection he had, searching for Isabella with he manic desperation of a man whose world had imploded.
His mother didn’t waste time blaming Arianna–just issued a cold ultimatum: disappear.
‘Arianna, baby, please…” Massimo intercepted her at the estate gates, her suitcase handle white–knuckled in her grip. His voice was raw, broken, unrecognizable. “Just give me time to find Isabella. Once I track her down, I’ll get the divorce finalized and we can start
over properly…”
Arianna looked at him through tears that wouldn’t stop falling. “Massimo, Isabella almost died protecting me that night. She saved my ife. How can I live with myself knowing what happened to her because of us?”
‘No! It wasn’t supposed to go down like that!” Massimo grabbed her shoulders like a drowning man. “Just wait for me to make this
ight! When I find her, I’ll fix everything!”
But Arianna pulled away and walked into the darkness, leaving him alone with his guilt.
The news of their separation triggered another media frenzy.
Public opinion canonized Arianna as a saint with a conscience while painting Massimo as a monster who didn’t deserve to breathe.
And somewhere in a place he’d never think to look, Isabella watched his empire crumble with ice–cold satisfaction.
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Chapter 7
