ISABELLA
I trembled with fear, my heart racing as men dashed into the warehouse, guns gleaming in their hands.
I want to hope this is a movie but it isn't. There my so-called husband stood before them with no fear while I trembled like a chicken hoping this was over already.
I hid behind Lorenzo, my eyes squeezed shut, just then I felt as he pulled me down, shielding me from the hail of bullets.
"Stay down, Mia," he whispered, his voice calm and reassuring. "Next time if you are going to be this terrified don't just follow me anywhere, I was too scared to argue with him. I could only just grab his shirt.
"Boss!" Marco called out and the both of us were running forward for another shield and he fired at them with one hand and another guiding me.
I peeked up at him, my eyes wide with fear. Lorenzo's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze steady and confident. He was a mafia leader, and he knew how to protect himself with no single gear in that gaze.
