Chapter 21

Isabella’s POV

I’d been quiet for close to thirty minutes now, but I could bet on my life that my plan wasn’t working. Not one bit. When I first thought of it, it sounded like the perfect idea. But now, as I gazed at the angry faces of Papa and Antonio, it looked like I’d actually only gotten into more trouble. As for Luigi and Dante, well, we were about to find out.

“Isabella?” Antonio growled. He’d been quiet the longest, and that usually wasn’t a good sign. He was bubbly and all fun, but whenever he went mute, that’s when you had to worry. Right now, I was hoping that theory didn’t apply to me. “We’re waiting.”

“I. Uh.” I paused. I had no idea what I wanted to say. I could lie, but I would get caught. Everyone in my family knew I was a terrible liar. One time, I even doubted I was a part of the Cosa Nostra because even though they stood on the hill that loyalty was one of the most important virtues, they had some unspoken rules. Unspoken rules that involv