Dangerous Secrets: My Mafia Stepbrother

The restaurant was a battlefield, with bullets flying and screams echoing. Isabella seized an opportunity to escape with Tony’s protection.

But at that moment, Isabella heard Harry’s agonized cry. She turned around to see Harry had been shot, and his body was oozing blood like a river. He couldn’t stand and fell to the ground.

Isabella instinctively wanted to rush back, but Tony stopped her. “It’s okay, our people are on their way. Harry will be fine.”

Will he really be fine? Isabella, being a doctor, wasn’t entirely clear about Harry’s condition. Still, he had lost so much blood, and it was likely an arterial bleed. This could be life-threatening in a matter of minutes. How could he be okay?

Just then, someone spotted them and began shooting. Tony immediately shielded Isabella. “Go!” he shouted.

Isabella clenched her teeth, grabbed Grazia, and led Andrew out of the restaurant.

Outside, chaos reigned. Fortunately, Isabella spotted Phillip and his soldiers not far away, heading in their direction.

They escorted Isabella and the others to the car and then moved toward the restaurant to provide support.

“Phillip, please check on Harry’s condition. I’m very worried about him,” Isabella requested.

Despite her distaste for being surrounded by bodyguards, which prevented her from living a normal life, she couldn’t bear the thought of any of them getting hurt.

“I will,” Phillip replied. He loaded his gun and headed towards the restaurant.

“Isabella, can you please check on Andrew? He’s injured,” Grazia’s tearful voice redirected Isabella’s attention from the restaurant.

“What happened?” Isabella inquired.

She then noticed that Andrew’s arm was covered in blood. Quickly, she found the wound on his arm.

“He got shot trying to save me,” Grazia sobbed. “Darling, I’ve put you in danger.”

Despite the gunshot wound, Andrew seemed to be in good spirits. He reached out with his other hand and caressed Grazia’s hair. “Darling, I’m fine. Don’t cry for me; it’ll break my heart.”

Isabella fetched a first aid kit from the car and did a basic cleaning of Andrew’s wound. She used a bandage to stop the bleeding.

“For now, this will do. We need to get to the hospital as soon as possible,” Isabella instructed.

She had removed bullets from Emanuele before, without anesthesia, and in a situation where it was necessary. A trained mob boss like Emanuele was likely used to being shot. The pain was probably nothing to him. But Andrew was different; he was just an ordinary person. Operating on him without anesthesia would be excruciating.

Grazia quickly ordered the driver to take them to the hospital.

“Wait, you go first. I’ll check if there’s anything I can help with in the restaurant,” Isabella said, picking up her medical kit and jumping out of the car.

“Isabella, are you crazy? Aren’t you afraid those damned thugs will shoot you?” Grazia screamed. As a mafia princess, she had witnessed many such scenes, but it still frightened her.

Why did Isabella appear so calm? Wasn’t she afraid at all?

“I think it should be fine now,” Isabella said.

The restaurant had now returned to relative calm. Several bodies lay on the floor, some were assassins, and others were innocent diners who had merely come for a meal. Who would have thought they would be killed?

This was probably the first time Isabella had been exposed to such a bloody scene. She suddenly felt a bit suffocated. But worse, her stomach churned with nausea.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

The scene was too brutal. Even as a doctor, it was difficult to watch. For her, a doctor’s job was to save lives, and she did her best for every life. But for the mafia, human lives were as expendable as roadside weeds-pulled out without a second thought, with no remorse or sorrow.

The world was bloody and dark, the last place she wanted to find herself in. Yet, she was now forced into this darkness.

Isabella arrived at the restaurant’s entrance, carrying a first aid kit. Phillip noticed her and looked surprised. “Miss Gould, you should have left with them. It’s dangerous here.”

Although they had dealt with the assassins, who knew if there were others hiding in the shadows, waiting to be discovered? Phillip didn’t want to take any chances.

“I’m fine,” Isabella replied, her gaze scanning the surroundings. She turned to Tony and asked, “Where’s Harry?”

Dear God, she hoped he wasn’t in a life-threatening condition.

Tony pointed to a figure huddled in the corner. “Harry looks bad; he’s lost a lot of blood. We can’t move him yet. A doctor is on the way.”

Isabella ran to Harry, lying in a pool of blood. His face and body were covered in it, giving him a gruesome appearance.

Isabella reached under his nose, checking for a pulse. She breathed a sigh of relief; he was still alive.

But the situation was grave. Harry’s breathing was faint, his face pale, and he had lost a significant amount of blood. He needed immediate medical attention and a blood transfusion.

Isabella examined Harry’s injuries. He had been shot in the shoulder and abdomen. The wounds were still bleeding. These mobsters were professionals when it came to killing, but their first aid skills were lacking. They had haphazardly used clothing to cover Harry’s wounds. While it slowed the bleeding, it didn’t fully stop it. Without proper disinfection, the wounds could easily become infected.

Isabella disinfected Harry’s wounds and expertly bandaged them. Harry, with some consciousness remaining, opened his eyes and saw Isabella. He whispered, “Miss Gould, I’m relieved you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Please, focus on yourself,” Isabella urged. “Your condition looks terrible.”

“It’s okay. People like us already know our likely fate. I think it’s worth dying to protect you,” Harry said with a hint of a smile. At that moment, he seemed content.

Isabella gritted her teeth. She couldn’t comprehend how these people were willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of money or honor. In her eyes, life was the most precious thing. Without life, everything else in the world became meaningless.

After treating Harry’s wounds, Isabella helped a few other injured people as best as she could. Today was unlike any other day she had experienced. She had never come into contact with so many injured patients, listening to their painful cries and seeing their gruesome injuries. Isabella’s heart ached.

Unknowingly, her clothes and her body were stained with blood.

Emanuele arrived on the scene. When he learned of the attack on his sister and Isabella, he dropped everything and rushed to the scene. However, he was a bit far from the restaurant, so it took him some time to arrive. He had Phillip bring a team to assess the situation first.

When Emanuele arrived and saw Isabella, her white dress covered in blood and her hands and face stained, his heart tightened, and he momentarily held his breath.