Isabella's POV
“Vera. Vera told me.”
The words left my mouth before I could stop them. My tongue felt thick, like it belonged to someone else, and the second the name left my lips I wished I could snatch it back. But it was too late.
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might break free. It was beating so violently I could hear the blood rushing in my ears, drowning out everything else for a split second.
Massimo tilted his head slowly, those cold dark eyes locking onto mine.
“Who the f**k is Vera?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.
The question hung between us like a blade. His tone wasn't loud, but it carried the kind quiet threat that made the air feel thinner.
I glanced at Raf. He was still being held by two men, Markus’s gun pointed at his head. One wrong word
