Isabella’s POV
Antonio DeMarco had Zander tied to a chair in the basement. He was stabbing Zander repeatedly in the stomach and chest. Blood was spurting in crimson ribbons all over the floor. I begged and begged Antonio to stop, but he didn’t. Antonio must have stabbed him 50 times as he screamed, “ISABELLA IS MINE! SHE’S MINE!”
I sobbed and begged Antonio to stop, and he just smirked at me and drove the knife into Zander’s heart and twisted the blade.
“Izzy, wake up,” Zander said. “Wake up, bunny.”
My eyes fluttered open, and I realized it was only a dream. Zander was there in front of me in just his pajama pants. I basically tackled him, and I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him.
“Zander,” I moaned. “I was so scared that I lost you.”
Zander kissed me back, panting. “You will alw
