He dialed a number. Isabella answered on the third ring, her voice sleepy.
"Dimitri?"
"We need to talk. Now. Your hotel. I'm on my way."
"It's 4 AM...."
"I'm aware. You have ten minutes to make yourself presentable. And Isabella?" His voice dropped to something absolutely lethal. "If you're not alone when I get there, if Enzo is there, if anyone is there, I will burn that hotel to the ground with everyone in it. Do you understand?"
A pause. Then, shakily: "I understand."
He hung up.
Mike watched him carefully. "You sure about this? Going to her hotel alone, at 4 AM, while you're this angry?"
"I'm not going alone. You're coming with me. As witness." Dimitri headed for the door. "And I'm not angry, Mike. Angry is emotion. This is clarity. Isabella Russo just declared war on the woman I love. Now she's going to learn what that war costs."
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POV: ISABELLA
Isabella stood in her hotel suite, hands shaking as she pulled on a silk robe over her nightgown.
Dimitri was coming.
