𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐒

𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄

𝐖𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 the house and I immediately get out of the car without saying a word. I hear Luciano calling out my name but I ignore him. I couldve gotten Samantha killed. I would never forgive myself if that ever happened.

I need to go home, back to my regular fucked up life.

I need to go now.

I never liked the feeling of being under pressure. It was never my motto in life. I mess up when I'm under pressure, and I hate messing up.

I enter the house that was already unlocked and went upstairs to the bedroom to grab my shit and leave. I'm not staying here. I dont belong here. Fuck that protection shit, if I can't save myself why put trust in anyone else? I grab my clothes from the closet and stuff it into a suitcase along with the rest of my belongings. I hear light footsteps behind me but I ignore them.

I take out my phone and text my father.

Me: I'm leaving. I'll be home in less than an hour.

Not even a second later he replies back.

Deadbeat: No the fuck you aren't. I did not do all that work just for you to leave Isabella.

I roll my eyes at his text. All what fucking work? If anything i'm the one doimg all the work. Sacrificing my fucking life for someone who doesn't give a shit about me.

My eyes reach the door frame where a very angry Luciano was found leaning against it.

"Didn't you hear me fucking calling you?" He says.

Damn he looks good.

He was wearing a black turtle neck with some black work pants. The shirt outlined his defined muscles. The silver jewelry was shining on his neck and inked fingers. His hair was curly today, I loved when he left it like this and I think he knows it.

Yesterday when he told me he was sorry I wanted to give in so bad. Which is a reason why I hate this man. I'd forgive him in a blink of an eye, because he showed sympathy for me when I needed it and I can't forget it. But then I start to remember how all that sympathy went out of the window the day he left. He didn't care or love me that much if he could disappear just like that.

"I'm not a dog so why should I give a fuck?" I say emotionless. He chuckles and looks down at the floor before bringing his eyes slowly up my body.

"That mouth Isabella." He states, reaching my eyes. He stared at me intensely and I'm surprised I didn't fold. He pushed himself off the door frame and walked closer to me.

"What about it?" I say crossing my arms and tilting my head.

"You can't seem to keep that pretty mouth shut, hm?" He says in a dangerously low voice, looking down at me. My mouth was indeed shut now, and so was my legs. His voice alone did things to me and I hated it.