Luca’s POV
Tension was high in the warehouse, an unsaid storm building between Isabella and her father. The location seems sinister with the lengthy shadows the low light creates over the concrete floor. But I knew places like this—cold, hostile, full of secrets. The look on Isabella's face was one I was not used to. Fury, treachery, and something more I cannot quite identify.
I watched her; every muscle in my body coiled under stress. She stayed still, gazing her father down with a ferocity I had not seen before. This was another Isabella—the lady who had been my pawn, once terrified but now stood resolutely. And I struggled to determine if I respected her will or worried more about maybe killing her.
Marco Russo, her father, stood sloppily, his hands still in his pockets, but he had a
