A Dangerous Game ( Continuation)
Isabella's POV
I should have refused.
I should have walked away.
But instead, I opened the door and slid into the passenger seat.
The moment I slid into the car, the scent of leather and expensive cologne surrounded me. The atmosphere was thick, almost suffocating, as Adrian gripped the wheel with tense knuckles, his jaw locked tight.
I fastened my seatbelt, stealing a glance at him. That’s when I noticed it—the bruising on his lip, the raw skin on his knuckles, the way his shoulders were unusually stiff.
I frowned. "What happened to you?"
His grip on the wheel tightened, and his expression darkened.
"Mind your business," he said coldly.
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," he snapped, his voice sharp enough to cut.
I exhaled slowly, schoolin
