Chapter 44

Isabella’s POV

The night air was sharp against my skin, turning the exposed parts of my body numb. It didn’t even help that all I was wearing was a strapless dress that not only didn’t leave a lot to one’s imagination, but also sucked at keeping one warm.

If I had known what that bastard had planned for me, then best believe I would have picked up a jacket or something.

Wrong.

I wouldn’t have stepped out of my room at all.

I swallowed as a small flashback played in my mind.

Gregory. Blood on the floor. Dead. Just like that.

He’d shot Gregory a couple of hours ago, and for no just reason. He hadn’t done anything to him, and yet he’d killed him. If I hadn’t followed Alessandro the moment he asked, I would have been dead meat by now.

I knew that was the most reasonable thing to think, and it was true—but something else popped up at the back of my mind.

Alessandro didn’t just find out that I hadn’t killed Federico—he’d realize