Into the Lion’s Den
1398 Words
Isa had spent the entire night awake, staring at her bedroom ceiling, trying to process the mess her life had become.
By the time dawn arrived, she had come to one painful conclusion—there was no escaping this.
She was about to move into Adrian Costa’s world.
She kept telling herself that it was temporary. A means to an end. But the idea of living under the same roof as a man who was feared by criminals, a man who had just told her there was a price on her head, made her stomach twist.
And yet, the alternative—staying unprotected, vulnerable to the threats looming in the shadows—was worse.
When Isa walked downstairs, bags packed and nerves tightly wound, she found Adrian waiting in her father’s study. He was dressed in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal a glimpse of tattooed skin. He looked calm, controlled, like a man who had never known fear a day in his life.
Must be nice.
“You’re late,” he said, barely looking up from the papers he was signing.
Isa huffed. “I wasn’t aware I was on a schedule.”
Adrian glanced up, his dark eyes settling on hers. “You are now.”
She gritted her teeth but said nothing. She had learned a long time ago that arguing with men like Adrian was pointless. The only way to win was to outthink them.
Her father, who stood near the bookshelf, cleared his throat. “Isabella, this is for your own good. Adrian’s estate is safer than anywhere else right now.”
Isa tightened her grip on her suitcase. “Safe is relative, isn’t it?”
Antonio shot her a warning look, but Adrian only smirked, looking like he was thoroughly enjoying her resistance.
“Let’s go,” he said, pushing off the desk and walking past her.
Isa hesitated for a fraction of a second, then exhaled sharply and followed.
Outside, a sleek black SUV waited. Two of Adrian’s men stood by the doors, their suits crisp, their eyes scanning their surroundings with the kind of vigilance that only came from years of being in dangerous situations. Isa knew better than to ask their names—people like them existed in the background, lethal shadows that didn’t need recognition.
Adrian opened the car door and gestured for her to get in. “After you, princess.”
Isa rolled her eyes. “Stop calling me that.”
His smirk widened, but he said nothing.
She slid into the leather seat, feeling the door shut behind her like the sound of a cell door closing. She was officially stepping into his world.
Adrian got in beside her, the scent of his cologne filling the small space. It was an expensive, dark scent—something like cedarwood and danger. Isa stared straight ahead, determined to ignore him.
But that was easier said than done when his presence was impossible to ignore.
The car pulled away from the Romano estate, and the ride was silent for a while. Isa kept her gaze on the city passing by, memorizing the streets she had always known. Would this be the last time she saw them as a free woman?
“You’re thinking too much,” Adrian murmured.
She frowned, turning to him. “Excuse me?”
He didn’t look at her, just kept his gaze forward. “I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head. You’re overanalyzing everything.”
Isa scoffed. “And you’re enjoying this too much.”
Now he did glance at her, one dark brow raised. “Am I?”
“You like the fact that I have no choice but to go along with this.”
Adrian leaned back against the seat, his fingers tapping lazily against his knee. “I like watching you fight it.”
Her jaw clenched. “You’re insufferable.”
He smirked. “You’ll get used to it.”
Isa turned back toward the window, determined not to let him get under her skin.
The rest of the ride was silent.
The Costa Estate
When the SUV pulled up to Adrian’s estate, Isa’s stomach tightened.
The place was massive. Not just in size, but in presence. The black wrought-iron gates opened as they approached, revealing a sprawling property lined with security cameras, guards in sharp suits, and cars that probably cost more than most people made in a lifetime.
The mansion itself was all dark stone and glass, sleek and modern, yet somehow just as intimidating as its owner.
“Welcome home,” Adrian said as the car rolled to a stop.
Isa shot him a glare. “Don’t push it.”
He chuckled but said nothing as he stepped out of the car. Isa followed, gripping her suitcase tightly. The air was different here—charged, like even the walls carried secrets.
She barely had time to take in her surroundings before a man approached. Tall, built like a soldier, with sharp blue eyes that immediately locked onto her.
“Dante,” Adrian greeted him with a nod.
So this was Dante Ricci, Adrian’s right-hand man. Isa had heard his name before—whispers in dark corners about the man who handled Adrian’s most dangerous problems.
Dante gave Isa a once-over, then turned to Adrian. “We had an issue earlier.”
Adrian’s expression darkened. “What kind of issue?”
Dante flicked his eyes toward Isa before answering. “Someone tried getting onto the property. Sent by Rinaldi.”
Isa’s stomach dropped. Rinaldi.
One of the biggest threats to her father’s empire. And now, apparently, a threat to hers.
Adrian’s jaw tightened. “Is he still breathing?”
Dante smirked. “Barely.”
Isa felt her throat go dry. This was the world she was stepping into—one where men like Dante could talk about someone barely breathing as if it was just another Tuesday.
Adrian turned to her. “Now do you see why you’re here?”
She swallowed hard but lifted her chin. “I never said I didn’t understand it. I just don’t like it.”
His lips twitched, but he didn’t argue.
“Take her inside,” he told Dante. “I need to handle this.”
Isa opened her mouth to protest—she didn’t like the idea of being dismissed—but Dante was already nodding. “Come on, princess.”
She shot him a glare. “Not you too.”
Dante smirked. “You’re going to fit in just fine.”
She wasn’t sure if that was a promise or a warning.
Inside the Estate
The inside of Adrian’s estate was as sleek and modern as the outside—high ceilings, dark furniture, glass walls that overlooked the property. It was the kind of place that was both beautiful and intimidating, just like its owner.
Dante led her upstairs, stopping in front of a set of large double doors.
“This is your room,” he said, pushing them open.
Isa stepped inside and took in the space. It was… stunning. The king-sized bed was dressed in dark sheets, the furniture was elegant but not overly extravagant, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city.
She turned to Dante. “This is mine?”
He smirked. “Did you think we were going to lock you in a dungeon?”
“To be honest, I wasn’t sure.”
Dante chuckled. “You really have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?”
Isa crossed her arms. “I know exactly what I’ve gotten myself into. I just don’t trust any of you.”
His smirk didn’t waver. “Smart girl.”
Before she could respond, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, frowning when she saw a message from an unknown number.
Unknown: You can’t hide behind him forever. You’re still a Romano. And Romanos die.
Her blood ran cold.
Dante must have noticed the change in her expression. “What?”
Wordlessly, she turned the screen toward him.
His smirk disappeared.
“I’ll handle it,” he said immediately, pulling out his own phone.
Isa’s heart pounded. This wasn’t just about some fake engagement anymore.
Someone really wanted her dead.
And the only thing standing between her and that fate…
Was Adrian Costa.
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