Isabella’s POV
By the time I came to, from fainting, Antonio’s security was throwing Vincenzo’s body into the gorge. So that’s why the villa was conveniently on the edge of a cliff. I looked around, and no one inside was even looking our way. So, either the glass was soundproof, people inside knew to mind their own business or a combination of both.
“Isabella, are you ok?” Antonio asked, hovering over me.
“No, I’m not ok,” I snapped. “You killed a man in front of me.”
“He touched you,” Antonio stated. “That is a death penalty.”
“You don’t own me, Antonio,” I scoffed.
“You are mine, Isabella,” Antonio proclaimed. “Whether I like it or not. I protect what is mine. No one touches what is mine.”
I went to stand up, and Antonio scooped me into his arms.
“Put me down, you jerk!” I exclai
