Isabella gripped the steering wheel of her car, her knuckles white with tension as she pulled up to Dominic’s residence. The sun had just set, casting long shadows across the expansive property. The air was thick with anticipation, the kind that comes before a storm. Isabella’s eyes scanned the scene before her— Dominic’s men were bustling about, loading SUVs with crates of weaponry, ammunition, and other supplies. The atmosphere was charged, every movement purposeful, every gesture sharp.
She sighed, her breath shaky as she turned off the car. For a moment, she simply sat there, staring through the windshield at the chaos unfolding before her. The weight of what was about to happen pressed down on her chest, but she pushed it aside. She had no choice— this was for her father.
Isabella
