Chapter Three
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Lorenzo
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Right on time.Oh,we’ve been expecting her, which explains why we let Danny, from security downstairs make her think she was going to meet Moretti.
And here she is.
Isabella Larson in all her glorious flesh, in our newly acquired boardroom of the Onyx Empire, and now also the heads of the Onyx Mafia.It hadn't been an easy run, but here we are.Emilio Abati, Marcello Pacini, and I, sitting on the king's throne.
Getting Pablo Moretti to give up his coveted seat as the head of the most dangerous mafia of all time had come with a slew of endurance tests.But when the stakes were so high, we smashed each one of them time and again.
Moretti enjoyed our enthusiasm, but more than that, without any sons, he knew we were the only three men who could take the Onyx Empire to levels of prestige unheard of before.With our combined wealth, bordering over five hundred billion dollars for each of us, the Onyx Empire is now untouchable.With our names and power acquired through our own family connections, the organization is now incomparable.
We're high achievers and fail at nothing—well, except for Isabella Larson.Now all she has to think is how serendipitous that she arrived in our offices the same day Moretti said goodbye to his throne.But while she might think it fortuitous, we aren’t the kind of men to leave things to chance.We knew she was going to walk into the Onyx office weeks before she did.She just put our takeover of the empire into overdrive, and nothing would have stopped us from being the ones she met when she entered the building.
And again here she is.
The moment her eyes land on us, she freezes mid-step, her stunning green irises glittering with shock before confusion, recognition, denial, then back to confusion.
She then shakes her head as if she's seeing things and does a full reboot right in front of us by softly slapping her cheeks, making them pinker than before.Except her eyes aren't deceiving her, she soon realizes, and now her gaze is linked with full-fledged panic.
"No," she says, pointing at us accusingly.She's debating whether she stepped into the wrong building, the wrong timeline, or the entirely wrong planet.
"No.No, no, no—what are you three doing here?You can't be here.I have a very important meeting, and you can't be here."
On heels as thin as a pencil and possibly just as long, she rushes toward us and tries to physically push us out of the boardroom door.She really is using all her might, except we don't move an inch.She's so fucking cute when she's chaotic like this.
Wearing a dark skirt that enhances every inch of her body and a pale coral blouse that ignites her eyes, Isabella Larson is the most beautiful woman in the world, and we believe that collectively.
And now she's working up a sweat trying to push us out of our own boardroom.
"You can't be here.I'm on very official business.Critical business," she huffs, having given up on trying to dislodge me out the door, then Emilio, and now she's attempting to get Marcello to move.
