ISABELLA'S
He didn't give my father a chance. One minute we were in a standoff, and the next, Lorenzo dragged me out like I was some stolen object, his possession, his property.
He shoved me out of the mansion into the car, slammed the door shut, and everything else blurred. I didn't get to say goodbye. I didn't get to ask the questions that had been clawing at my throat for years.
But I could never forget my father's last words.
"This will get bloody, Lorenzo… just make sure my daughter doesn't get caught in the crossfire."It echoed in my skull like a curse.
The silence in the car was suffocating. Lorenzo wanted me to speak. I knew it. I could feel it in the way his eyes cut toward me, in the clenched grip of his jaw. But I said nothing. My mouth was a vault. I owed him nothing, especially not answers.
He'd ruined me. And I had plans to ruin him back.
