The third point of view:
"What's your name?" Isabella asked the hitman who Miguel had placed as her escort. He was the same person her mother Reina had tried to poach. If only he had agreed to help them, the smile would have been slapped off Miguel's expression already.
"Jean," He answered grumbly as if telling her his name was a huge task.
"You haven't hurt a kid before, right?" she asked, as soon as they reached her parent's bedroom.
Isabella has been observing him and so far, he wasn't like the rest of his cruel men - he was the only one with a moral code. He was obviously uncomfortable with the treatment being meted out on her mother Reina. If only there was a way she could draw him over to their side, it would be beneficial. As much as she and her siblings still had their element of surprise, they still needed a big guy with the guns.
Jean arched a brow at her, "Do you want to taste that theory," He hinted that she shouldn't test him.
