I S A B E L L A
"The details are of no importance to you, love. In time, I will tell you." He answers me firmly, and I can see how tense he's becoming. Maybe because I'm calling him out in front of all his men, but in reality, I don't care about any of that. I just want the truth, and I want it now.
"Angelo-..." I am about to complain, but instead he interrupts me by stepping closer to me and placing a hand on my chin, silencing me immediately as he subtly lifts my face upwards so I can look at him.
"Remember, I want you back by 2 PM." He says quietly to him, and I don't appreciate him discarding my wishes. I then hear the sound of a car door opening, making me glance back and notice one of the men, particularly the one who's not wearing glasses, standing by the car door, staring at me
