Isabella arrived at The Bronx Club, the bass of the music thumping through her chest as soon as she stepped out of the car. Neon lights flickered along the entrance, bathing the dark, gritty street in a mix of purple and blue hues.
She clenched her fists, trying to control the rage simmering inside her. Enrico’s smug expression had haunted her the entire ride here, his silent victory gnawing at her pride. But she wasn’t here for him. This was business, at least that’s what Matteo had claimed.
As she walked inside, the scent of expensive cologne, sweat, and alcohol hit her all at once. The club was packed with bodies moving to the beat, but Isabella barely noticed the crowd. Her eyes searched the room until they found Matteo. He was in the VIP section, seated on a plush leather couch, hi
