His Merciless Redemption novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Isabella’s POV

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The place the Vitellis chose for our meeting this time was dim, all red shadows and polished black marble, the kind of establishment that pretended to be a club but felt more like a confession booth for criminals.

I hated that my pulse stayed steady as I walked in.

Fear was there, yes, but beneath it was something colder, sharper.

Resolve.

Dominic had warned me before I came here tonight. He had told me he would be close. Always.

I hadn’t looked back when I nodded. If I did, I might have lost my nerve.

The Vitellis were already seated in a private booth at the back, flanked by men who looked like they’d snap bones for sport. Unlike the last time, there were only two people this time. One older man and a woman, the same ones I’d spoken to in my last meeting with them. Power sat on them easily, like arrogance worn too long.

“Isabella Russo,” the older man said lazily as I approached. “You came.”

I slid into the seat across from them, spine straight. “You asked me to.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “Good. That tells us you’re serious.”

I folded my hands in my lap, nails biting into my palm. Do not show weakness, I told myself mentally.

“You said you believed me,” I said. “Then let’s be clear about something first.”

The Vitelli woman leaned forward. “Go on.”

“You will never touch my son.”

The words rang louder than I had expected in the low hum of the club. Unlike Club Nero, this place was quieter, darker.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then the man laughed softly.

“Relax,” he said. “You can keep the boy. We don’t need him.”

I nodded, but that didn’t mean I was relieved now. If anything, I was more worried now, because I knew that now that they trusted me, they would demand more. One piece of information I’d given them before had already hurt Dominic. I didn’t know how much more of putting him in the line of fire I could take.

“Then what do you want?” I asked them.

Their gazes sharpened.

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“We want Dominic out of Florence.”

There it was.

Not bloodlust. Not revenge. Strategy.

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They continued, “You help us weaken his position. Disrupt his influence. Nudge him elsewhere. Once he’s gone, Florence is ours again.”

My throat tightened.

This wasn’t about me. Or Mateo.

It was about power.

“And how,” I asked carefully, “do you expect me to do that?”

The Vitelli woman smiled. “By being exactly where you already are.”

My chest constricted.

“You’re close to him,” she went on. “Closer than anyone expected. And now”-her gaze flicked meaningfully -“with Alessia pregnant, you’ll be even closer.”

My blood turned to ice at her words. They knew about Alessia, too. What else did they know?

“You know about that,” I said.

They shrugged in unison. “We know everything about Dominic Russo.”

I forced myself to keep breathing, forced myself not to panic. I reminded myself that they didn’t know about me telling everything to Dominic. If they did, they wouldn’t be talking to me like this. It calmed me a little.

“We want you more involved in his life, his business,” the Vitelli man said smoothly. “Meetings. Logistics. Strategy discussions. He’ll need someone he trusts.”

“And you think that’s me,” I said.

“You’re his weakness,” the woman replied bluntly. “That makes you valuable.”

I swallowed hard, revulsion and clarity colliding inside me.

“And if I refuse?”

Their smiles vanished.

“Then we revisit the terms,” one of them said. “And things get unpleasant for you.”

I held their gazes, refusing to flinch.

“I’ll do it,” I said.

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The words tasted like ash, but I knew I had no other option but to agree.

“Good,” the Vitelli man said. “We knew you would.”

I stood before they could say anything else. “We’re done here.”

As I walked away, my legs felt like glass, but my head was already racing.

More involved. More access. More risk.

And more chances to protect Mateo.

Outside, cool night air slapped my face. I sucked in a breath and froze.

“Isa?”

I turned.

Luca stood a few steps away, jacket slung over one shoulder, surprise written all over his face.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

He laughed lightly. “I could ask you the same. I was with a friend. Just leaving.”

The coincidence sent a jolt through me.

“Do you need a ride?” he asked. “It’s late.”

I hesitated only a second, shooting a glance at the tinted car waiting for me at the curb.

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If the Vitellis were watching, and I knew they were, leaving with Luca was safer than being seen anywhere near Dominic or anything related to him.

“Yes,” I said. “That would be good.”

The ride was quiet, comfortable as I guided Luca to Dominic’s Villa. He didn’t push, didn’t question what I’d been doing there so late. When we reached the Russo estate, he pulled to a stop at the gates.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek gently. “Tell Mateo I miss him.”

“I will,” I said. “He misses you

too.”

He smiled. “We’ll fix that soon.”

I watched him drive away, guilt and relief twisting together in my chest.

Inside the villa, the lights were low.

And Dominic was waiting.

He stood in the living room, arms crossed, jaw tight, eyes dark with something between worry and fury.

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The moment our gazes locked, my heart stuttered.

I closed the door behind me.

The silence between us was heavy.

He’d seen Luca drop me off.

And it was obvious from his expression that he hadn’t liked that. Not one bit.

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