I S A B E L L A
A group of Angelo’s men approaches, and Angelo’s face shifts instantly from that dangerous, teasing expression to one of steely seriousness. He gives them a nod as they stop in front of us, just as he lets go of me and moves towards them.
“Sir, Madam, please forgive the interruption...” one of them addresses him quietly.
"What's going on?" Angelo questions, his eyes squinting as he focuses on the man. The man then glances at me before leaning in to whisper something in Angelo’s ear. Angelo’s expression sharpens, his body tensing, and I can feel the change ripple through him like a sudden storm.
He nods to the man, finally turns his attention towards me, just as his men disperse behind him, his eyes hard. “I’m needed,” he says, his voice flat, all traces of playfulness g
