The Missing Princess (✔️)

33: Unexpected

Chapter 33

-Isabella Di Luca-

I don't think me and Francis had any other choice when my second older brother, Sandro, suddenly appeared out of the blue and demanded that we come with him and get inside his car. After my last interaction with Sandro, I am honestly terrified of him. He already expressed his anger and hatred toward me. I'm terrible for saying this, but he is almost like the bad man who kidnapped me, but unlike the bad man, I know Sandro has his own reasons for hurting me the way he did. He wholeheartedly blames me for everything bad thing that happened in our family.

Francis was about to argue and put up a fight, but I thankfully stopped him. Sandro is dangerous, and I don't want my new friend to be on the other end of his wrath, so I willingly got inside his car without another word and Francis got inside after me, he quickly started his car engine and drove off to who knows where.

I'm starting to get scared of where he will take us, especially knowing that Enzo, Gio, and Nicco clearly have no idea that he took us from school. I mean, they wouldn't just let Sandro if they knew, right? They would have told me in the first place if they had. What is he even planning to do with us? Is he going to hurt me again? He is, isn't he?

Francis must have seen how scared I looked as he quickly grabbed hold of my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. There goes the funny feeling in my tummy again.

Sandro must have not liked this as I could literally feel his piercing glare from the rearview mirror of his car and said some words in Italian I did not understand, but his tone instantly sent shivers down my spine.

"Tocca ancora mia sorella e porgerò la tua testa a tuo padre e tuo fratello su un piatto d'argento, bastardo." (Touch my sister again and I will hand your head to your father and brother on a silver platter, you bastard)

But Francis obviously did understand.

"Non puoi ferirmi." (You can't hurt me) 

I looked beside me to find Francis smirking at my brother almost as if he's actually daring him. He really does not fear any of my brothers despite how scary they look, speak, or act towards him. But he did hesitantly let go of my hand making me frown as I quickly missed the way his skin felt against mine. Oh boy.

"Sei davvero un bastardo fortunato." (You really are a one lucky bastard) Sandro sneered.

There was silence again.

"W-where are y-you ta-taking us?" I stuttered out, finally gaining a little amount of courage to speak, but I was shaking like a leaf deep inside my core, expecting that he was going to snap again and hurt me.

But much to my surprise, he didn't; he was just silent for a little while, and all of a sudden he stopped the car and turned to look at Francis with a look that's similar to Nicco's.

"Get the fuck out, bastardo."

"I won't leave Isabella alone here with you. So che tipo di mostro sei, Alessandro (I know what kind of monster you are, Alessandro)." Francis quickly replies, though I did not really get his last sentence. I was thankful for him, but at the same time I was scared for him.

"What I do or say to my sister is none of your business, bastardo. Now get the fuck out of my car before I seriously hurt you now." Sandro exclaims, his eyes full of anger, as he looks at Francis, but Francis was adamant, and I'm so scared for him more than ever right now.

"It's o-okay, Francis, I'll be okay, please g-go." I hesitantly told my friend, even though I honestly don't want him to go and leave me alone with my scary brother, but I don't want to be bad and selfish, which would get him hurt.