Isabella's POV
“Raffaele!” I rushed across the cold basement floor the second they locked the door behind me. Raf was sitting in the corner, looking tired and worried. He jumped up and immediately wrapped his strong arms around me. For a second, it felt safe. Like old times. Then I pulled away and he held my face in both hands, eyes wide.
“Have you lost your mind, Bella?” he said, staring at me like I had suddenly grown two heads. “When you talked about being with a mafia don someday, I thought you were f*****g joking. How the hell did you end up here?”
I sat down beside him on the hard floor, leaning my back against the wall. A small laugh escaped me. “I like him, Raf. I just want to be with him.”
He looked at me for a long moment, then reached over and touched my forehead like he was
