Isabella's POV The man’s eyes locked onto mine, dark and determined. My bold words hung in the air like a challenge I wasn’t sure I could back up. My heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest. The hallway was narrow, quiet except for our breathing. No one else around. Just me and one of my father’s trained men who clearly had orders to drag me home no matter what. He didn’t waste time. He grabbed my wrist in a bruising grip and tried to throw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Panic exploded through me. I twisted hard, but his hold was iron. This was really happening. He was going to take me whether I wanted it or not. Then a voice cracked through the hallway like thunder. “Get your f*****g hands off her.” Massimo. His calm, deadly tone sent ice dow

