Isabella's POV
"I swear, should you damage her, I'll—"
I felt the cold metal of the pistol barrel push against my temple, so my words were stopped. I inhaled weak breaths every time. Though my wrists were bound and my body suffered, nothing hurt more than seeing Isabella's terror-stricken face before me.
Not to worry, Enzo. I do not intend to murder you. Not yet, the guy said in a thick amused voice. He came closer to see me wriggling on the chair. His eyes seemed to be cold, calculating. But, it's only natural given time. You and your tiny entertainment projects. Always acting like the hero. You have never, however, encountered somebody like me.
I tightened my jaw, the hatred and wrath boiling within me. This individual believed he had all the ability. I still had to complete it though. Not quite yet. I was not about to let him carry Isabella away from here.
