POV: ISABELLA
Isabella stood alone in her hotel suite, tears still wet on her cheeks, hands shaking as she stared at her phone.
Two hours.
Dimitri had given her two hours to leave the city. Forever.
And if she didn't....
I will kill you myself.
His voice had been so calm. So absolute. Like he was stating a fact rather than making a threat.
That's what terrified her most.
Not the anger. Not the fury.
The certainty.
Her phone buzzed in her hand. A text from Marco.
Car will be downstairs in 90 minutes. Pack light. You won't be coming back.
Isabella's fingers tightened on the phone until her knuckles went white.
She'd lost everything.
Her plans. Her organization with Enzo. Her presence in this city.
All because Viktor Kozlov had gotten caught.
All because Dimitri had eyes everywhere.
All because she'd underestimated just how far he'd go to protect Eve Thorne.
Another text. This time from Enzo.
What the hell happened? Marco just told me you're leaving? Tonight?
