Isabella’s POV
What do I do? What do I do? The words kept repeating in my head like a broken record. My heart was pounding so fast I could feel it in my throat, in my ears, everywhere.
If I tried to run away now, they would know I heard everything. They would chase me. They might even kill me before I could warn Massimo. I had to think fast.
I quickly put on my most innocent face, widening my eyes and softening my expression. I tugged at the collar of Massimo’s shirt, letting it slip off one shoulder to show more skin. Maybe if I looked harmless and a little clueless, they would buy it. I took a deep breath, forced my shoulders to relax, and turned the corner like I had just been wandering around lost.
“Sorry,” I said, making my voice soft and sweet. “Am I interrupting something?”
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