LUCA'S POV.
Oh, I loved the look of misery and discontempt on Isabella's face.
I enjoyed every passing second of the flight back to the hangar and the drive heading towards my workout studio; I enjoyed how she squirmed and shifted in unease, how each pain-filled, erratic breath of hers made her think it could be her last.
I relished the discomfort she was in and how she stole occasional gazes at me, fire blazing in her eyes, yet she stilled, a lot hammered in her mind, but all for the sake of Antonio, she was mute, keeping her wild tongue on a leash; she knew how dangerous I could be, and she understood better than to second guess me.
I wasn't sure if I ought to be proud to have instilled such lengths of fear in her. Not if I ought to ponder about why She was scared of me being Antoni
