ISABELLA
Enzo was not forceful. He wasn't demanding. I still wasn't sure if I should trust him, but my body trembled with exhaustion.
And the truth was brutal: I had nowhere else to go. I can't go home to my parents— they will just sent me back. I can't call Lena even if she's my friend. I don't want her to be dragged to this mess.
I should have asked Vito, but he's been getting along with Adrian that I don't know if he'd help me and not tell my husband. I took a shaky breath. And placed my hand in his.
"Just an hour."
His fingers closed around mine — warm, steady, certain.
“Good,” he murmured. “Let’s get you out of the cold.”
He led me out of the alley, his hand never leaving mine. The car door opened with a soft click, and I slid inside, my heart pounding, my thoughts a tangled
