ISABELLA'S POV.

Cold chills ran down my spine hearing those words, whatever defiance I had, whatever walls I built. Whatever anger and energy and resilience I had before , they all cracked on the spot

I let myself loose swinging forward on the rsil standing back to my feets, the iciness of the tiles shot through my skin as I inched forward,

I closed all the space between us, hating the god awful annoying grin still on his face.

“Don't you dare lay a finger on Matteo, don't ...