Isabella’s deadline was fast approaching and Bianca, knowing her well enough, knows she’ll keep her word and kill Marco.
What could she do now?
She thought to herself, but nothing came to mind. She knew she had to take herself to Isabella if Marco had to walk free.
“I will go to Isabella tomorrow,” she said, finally breaking the loud silence that had been in the penthouse ever since she asked about Carlo Salvatore. “I don’t have any other choice. Isabella wants me, so I might just go to her.”
“No, that is not going to happen!” Luca said, in an almost roaring voice, as he stood up from the sofa where he sat. He didn’t realize the bottle of champagne he was drinking was still in his hands.
“What other choice do we have?” Bianca asked genuinely.
Luca’s grip tightened on the bottle
