CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
~ Stephano
“You okay?” Isabella asked, sipping her wine like everything was peachy.
“Need to use the restroom,” I muttered, already standing.
I didn’t wait for a reply. I slipped through the back of the restaurant, ducking Elvis’ view like a goddamn shadow. I couldn't raise any suspicion. The hallway was narrow and quiet, candlelight flickering against the walls like it knew what was about to go down.
And then I saw her. The curve of her ass. The sway of her hips. She reached the ladies’ room door. Her hand touched the handle.
“Has he f****d you?”
She froze.
Just like that, still as stone, breath caught, like my voice hit her spine and melted her bones. I took slow steps toward her, my voice a low growl behind her.
“Elvis. Has he had you?”
She turned, face tw
