Isabella
I was unconscious, or at least I thought I was, as all I saw was black. I was surrounded by the same, and most importantly, I was bound. My hands were tied behind my back, my feet were bound together, and I was on the floor of a moving vehicle. I heard a groan and then another followed by a whimper, and then silence.
"Alessandro," I wondered, recalling him getting shot along with Miguel. My words came out as muffled sounds, and I realized that my mouth was taped shut. I screamed in my restraints over and over again until it turned to wails, and I was crying uncontrollably.
I was the one who convinced Damon that he could go ahead.
“Why is it taking you so long to get ready?" Damon asked as his hand circled my waist and pulled me towards him. I gasped as my breasts came into con
