~Lanre
I came to with a throbbing headache, Isabella's face looming over me.
"Oh, look who's awake," she snorted, her eyes dancing with contempt. "You really screwed up back there, didn't you?"
I pushed myself up, my hand flying to my aching jaw. "What do you mean? The hitman was the one who attacked me."
Isabella gave a harsh laugh. "That's because you tried to attack him first.
You're lucky he didn't kill you."
I rubbed my temples, frustration clouding my mind.
"We have bigger problems than your bruised ego," Isabella continued, her tone brusque. "We need to find out who took Joanna and why."
Her words were like a splash of cold water, shaking me out of my self-pity. She was right. "You're right," I said, my voice low and determined. "We need to find this person.
Isabella fold
