Lucky has a good life: he has his brothers, his bike, and a stable job.
Isabella is happy just where she is. She's safe, she's in college and had her family. Who cares if her parents are a little judgemental?
But when fate comes into play and they f...
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"Baby, I can't-"
"Do not lie to me, Michael," Isabella folded her arms, and he sighed, taking her hand and leading her up into their room, "just wait a minute, okay?"
She folded her arms and sat down at the table, watching as he made coffee and toast, sitting them on the table as Lucky spoke, "talking on an empty stomach leads to fighting."
Isabella rolled her eyes, picking up a piece of toast and looking at him as he began to explain, "there's a family that run a big drug ring. The biggest in the states. They sent a guy after Omen to kill him and we don't know why. The other day, someone spray painted a target on the road with Panther's face on it. And now, they tried to kill our President, Vice President And Enforcer. Which is basically declaring war."
Isabella's eyes were wide as she listen to him in shock, "but why? What started this?"
"I-I don't know," Lucky sighed, and Isabella gave him a look. He just shook his head, and she sighed deeply as she took his hand, "you can tell me anything. I love you, okay? Tell me what's wrong."
"Phantom thinks it has something to do with you," Lucky frowned, and Isabella's brow furrowed, "But he has no evidence! I mean, the first attacked happened a while after we started dating, but still! There's no real evidence. It's just circumstantial."
Isabella remained quiet and Lucky looked up at her crestfallen face, "baby, this isn't your fault. Don't worry about-"
"Who are they?" She asked, and he tilted his head to the side, "Who?"
"The drug family," She clarified, looking at their intertwined hands, "who are they?"
"The Gonzalez family," he sighed, and she shook her head slowly, "what's wrong?"
"Why does Phantom think they have something to do with me?" Isabella asked, and he inhaled sharply, "he thinks you only got with me to get inside the club and bring it down. To help them bring it down."
Lucky tried to read the expression on her face, but failed to do so. "Do you believe him?" Her question took him aback, "what?"
"Do you believe Phantom?" She finally lifted her head to look at him, and he shook his head, astonished, "no way! Are you kidding me? There's no way in hell you're a part of this."
"What if I am?" She whispered, and Lucky looked at her hesitantly, "Bella? What are you talking about?"
"I... have a theory. But I need you to trust me. Do you? Do you trust me?" Isabella looked up at him with wide eyes, and he nodded immediately, "with all my heart."
"And you'll support any decision I make?" She added, and he nodded slowly, eyeing her, "as long as it doesn't put your life in danger."
"Good," she sighed in relief, "then its time for me to go home."
"Go home?" Lucky exclaimed, standing up from his seat, "you've got to be kidding me!"
She shook her head, "I'm serious. I have to go back home. To my mom and dad."
