"And if I don't?"
"Then I stop being patient." My voice dropped. "I've been holding back because I wanted to handle Lorenzo first. But he's finished now. Which means I have time and resources to focus on other problems. Do you really want to become my priority problem?"
The threat hung between us like smoke. Isabella was smart enough to understand exactly what I was saying. If she pushed me, if she continued trying to position herself against me, I would destroy her the same way I'd destroyed Lorenzo.
Completely. Permanently. Without mercy.
"You've made your point," she said finally.
"Good. Then we understand each other."
I started to turn away, but Isabella spoke again.
"Rafael? One more thing."
I looked back.
"Your wife." Isabella's smile returned, sharper now. "She's quite reso
