Isabella sighed in frustration once she was outside the gate, she stared at the huge gate for a while and went back to her car. Some things are not just easy to achieve. She went into the car. She needed to clear her head, and going home was not an option. She wiped the tears that wear strolling down her cheeks. He didn't even want to see her, he meant everything that he said. She drove out of the de Rossi's driveway, oblivious of her brother's men watching her.
Riccardo watched his father for a while. "If you touch as much as a hair on her head, I will paint the whole city red with your blood," he threatened.
A guard came in. "Don, she has left, what should we do next?"
"You will do nothing," Riccardo snared, glaring at the guard who had interrupted them. The man took a few steps back
