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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Isabella sat as far away from her uncle as possible. She was crammed in the back of an SUV, sitting beside her uncle and two of his men sitting across from them.
Gonzalez seemed unaffected, looking out the window, "sorry for the speed of the jeep. We're trying to outrun your boyfriend."
"I don't understand what you want from me," Isabella shook her head. Gonzalez chuckled, "maybe I want to spend some time with my lovely niece."
"Bullshit," she snapped at him, and he gasped dramatically, "ooh, potty mouth, Isabella. Your mother wouldn't be very impressed."
"I don't give a damn what my mother thinks," Isabella yelled at him, pointing an accusing finger at her uncle, "you and her, both of you are cowards. Monsters."
Gonzalez pouted, "now that's just mean."
Isabella got annoyed that she wasn't being taken seriously, so she moved closer to her uncle threateningly. The two men sitting opposite of them moved to reprimand her, but Gonzalez dismissed them, "don't worry. She can't do any real harm."
Isabella gritted her teeth, glaring at her uncle before lunging at him. She managed to get in a few hits before the men pried her away from him. Gonzalez scoffed, chuckling as he touched his cheek. Isabella looked to see the long gash on the side of his face her nails made and laughed, "no real harm, huh?"
He glared at her, taking a handkerchief from his jacket pocket and pressing it against his bloody cheek, "well, I thought we were going to get along, Isabella. I was being fairly hospitable–"
"You kidnapped me," she snapped, "so we're not off to a great start."
"True," he hummed in thought, "I'll make it up to you. When I murder the entirety of that club, I'll spare your boyfriend."
"Murder?" Isabella said in horror, "but they didn't do anything except protect me."
"That's not all. I have a little 'not so little' drug ring going on, and they fucked it up. This area was ideal to transport drugs through, but they ruined that and made a show of me. So I have to make an example of them," Gonzalez shrugged, "speaking of people to make an example of, where's your mother?"
"My mother?" Isabella asked quietly, in shock from the new information, "what do you want with my mother?"
"She contacted me to get you away from that club, and in return, she would owe me a favour. That favour was that you would spy on the club for me, but that didn't happen. And I want my favour. Unfortunately, she's disappeared and we've tortured your father, but he doesn't know where she went," he sighed, "she always had to make things so complicated, my sister."
"So what do you want with me?" Isabella frowned, looking to him.
Gonzalez shrugged, "you're bait. Your boyfriend will bring the club with him to receive you, and I'll kill them all. And when your mother comes to get you, I'll kill her."
"Why are you doing this?" She whimpered.
Gonzalez gritted his teeth, "I work for bad people. Their reputation is based on how their people work– how I work. So I need to make sure I do good in their eyes, if I want to live."
Isabella covered her mouth as she gasped quietly, her eyes watering. Gonzalez sighed as he watched her, "don't worry love. You won't be here long enough to see them all suffer. You'll be dead too."
