Chapter 15

Isabella’s POV

“I’ll do it.” The words tasted like bile as I spat them out. I’d been on my knees for only God knew how long, and they were starting to ache, but not as bad as the ache that spread through my chest at my very own words. “I’ll do it. I’ll kill Federico Bianchi.”

Silence. The silence was all that could be heard except the occasional hoots and cackles that came from the group at the front. The more I waited for the verdict of my answer, the more I became aware of my surroundings. The dim music was close to non-existent now, with nothing but hollow neon lights flashing now and then. At first, they were pretty and were a nice distraction from everything else going on, but now, the only thing they seemed to do was light up my face when it wasn’t necessary.

It felt like the club had been divided into two equal halves. Ours was full of gloom, while theirs (Federico Bianchi’s) was brimming with excitement. If you counted smacking strippers and asking t