ISABELLA
I slammed the apartment door behind me, leaning against it for a second as my heart tried to hammer its way out of my chest. Marco’s words still rang in my ears like a death sentence. He’s going to tell Rafael it was him. The man Rafael trusted most. The one who had been inside me that night in the brothel. I was shaking so badly I could barely turn the lock.
Luna was on the couch, legs crossed, flipping through channels. She took one look at my face and sat up straight.
“What happened? What did Marco want?”
I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, knees drawn up.
“This might be my last night alive, Luna. Rafael is going to kill me.”
Luna gasped, eyes wide.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I buried my face in my hands for a moment before looking up
