Zander’s POV
“Izzy, what’s going on?” I asked, panicked.
“Antonio was just here,” Isabella sniffled.
“What?” I exclaimed. I released Isabella and went back to the door to head out to confront Antonio.
“Zander, no!” Isabella cried. “He will put a bullet through your head.”
“I’m not afraid of Antonio DeMarco, Izzy,” I stated.
“You should be,” Isabella replied. “He killed a man in front of me for barely doing anything.”
“Did he hurt you or touch you?” I uttered, looking over her body.
“He grabbed me and kissed me,” Isabella said, starting to hyperventilate. “Then he said you will willingly give yourself to me, my little doll.”
“Calm down, Izzy,” I said, racing to her and hugging her. “Shh, I’m here now. Antonio is gone. Was he waiting outside your door?”
“No, he was on my couch,” sh
