AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Get your ass home in one piece,” Nathan adds, letting me know he’s there.
I hang up quickly and slide the phone into my pocket.
Isabelle glares at me, then snaps. “Happy?”
“No, I’m not fucking happy. That was an important call to my team, not a FaceTime with the girls.”
She sighs.
Like I’m a pain in her ass.
I never asked for this. Goddamn Nathan. I blame him for this. He should have taken Isabelle with him. I should have walked away.
It’s put her life in extreme danger. And it’s messed up my plans. I wasn’t ready to leave the cartel. Not just yet.
Well, it’s not that simple.
“Let’s go,” I say and reach for her.
“Stop doing that. I can walk without you holding my hand. I’m hardly going to run away.”
Good point. But I like touching her and the truth is I’m responsible for her life and not sure she won’t run away.
She has no passport and no understanding of how far Pablo Garcia’s reach is in Mexico.
“Let’s just call the police.”
I shake my head. “If you do, you’ll be dead in an hour.”
“If you hadn’t kidnapped me, I’d be back in New York City drinking a mochaccino in central park.” Isabelle retorts.
I stop and turn, frowning down at her.
First, for the record, I did not kidnap her. Secondly, she’s wrong.
“Sweetheart, you’d be six feet under with a bullet wound in your chest if I hadn’t taken you.”
I don’t know if that’s true, but there’s a strong possibility. All hell broke loose at the Mancini wedding and a rogue gangster began shooting. We thought Mia was dead and many of her family members were lying in pools of their own blood when we ran.
Isabelle was one of Mia's bridesmaids.
“Maybe,” she mumbles.
“Come on,” I place my hand on the small of her back and she softens.
I fight the urge to pull her into my arms.
I’ve known Izzy for five days and my feelings are all over the show. The need to protect her is fighting for precedence with my other priorities. All four of the Dark Kings have very personal reasons for doing what we’re doing—being undercover in the mafia world—and I have mine.
Except now, I’ll never have my revenge because my cover is blown. It was either that or sit back and watch Isabelle... well, perhaps it’s better if I start at the beginning.
