Alec, if my husband is even half as smart as I think he is, he will have given you my laptop. Alessi Donetti is alive and helped my father kidnap me. AB is involved inST, send a team BHB Docks. And tell my husband to go fuck himself for ever doubting me.
Well,fuck.
There's no way in hell I’ll ever be able to explain any of this to Luca without telling him about mine and Izzy’s partnership.
And to do that I’ll have to explain what I’ve been up to for the last two years.
And then I’m going to have to tell him about my reasoning behind it all.
Goddammit to hell.
I spend another hour going through Izzy’s files to try and understand the video of her little lover’s reunion. Or what appeared like a lover’s reunion.
Turns out the man in the video is thisAlessishe mentioned. Her childhood friend and guard who has recently risen from the dead from what I’ve gathered from the information on her laptop.
I brace myself and pick up my phone, not only do I have to tell my best friend that while he’s been setting fires all over the city for the past six days searching for his wife thinking she ran off with another man when she was actually kidnapped and subjected to who the hell knows what, I’m also having to reveal my biggest secret and my only regret. I press the phone to my ear to give the man who saved mine and my brothers’—along with my mother’s—lives twenty years ago a courtesy call first.
“Uncle Sal, it’s time.”
Chapter Forty
Izzy
Iexit the gates of my childhood home, determined to never set foot on the grounds again. I was limping from the brutality that I’ve been subjected to for the last five days as well as the fight I’ve just endured, so I decided to borrow a car from my dear old Dad.
My father had nine guards on the property, and I’ve just killed them all.
I did leave my husband a gift for when he arrives though. I liked the poetry of leaving him a gift. It’s what I did at the beginning of our union. It’s only fair I do it at the end too.
That asshole can go to hell for all I care, he’d rather believe anonymous sources over me, leaving me to be tortured and held against my will.
And while I may be done with the man that I once considered the love of my life and the Romano family, I can’t stop thinking about my visit to the bookstore before I was taken.
Once considered? Liar.
I shake my head and internally reprimand myself. I want nothing to do with him.Nothing,I remind myself as I reach for my phone that I took back from Alessi, he already made sure to turnoff any tracking services so at least he’s done one right thing, this way my darling husband won’t be able to find me.
I press on Enzo’s name and bring the phone to my ear since my phone isn’t connected to the car.
“Hello? Izzy is that you?”
“It’s me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Izzy, I’ve been worried as hell. No one in the family is speaking to me because I told them you wouldn’t do it. I know you wouldn’t, Bella, so what the fuck is going on.”
“Not the time, Enzo. I visited the bookstore the day I was taken, Robyn had bruises around her wrists. You need to protect her,” I say.
“What the fuck do you mean she had bruises?” He growls in a deathly tone, and I can feel the danger emanating through his voice.
“Just keep an eye on her, En… oh, fuck!” I cry as a sharp pain ricochet though my shoulder as I sit back in my seat.
“Izzy… are you okay?” He asks, worry clear in his voice.
“I’m fine, but if you tell Luca I contacted you I’ll slice your neck from ear to ear in your sleep,” I threaten, but it’s weak since I’m in too much pain to put any real effort into it.
“Come back to the city. I have an apartment you can lie low in until you figure things out, and my brother can go fuck himself in my opinion, the stronzoshould have had more faith in you sis,” he says before giving me the address and telling me to head to the nearest airport. Apparently, a friend of his has a jet I can borrowso I don’t have to drive, and since I don’t have any identification on me, it’s not as though I can just catch a commercial flight.
“Thank you, for everything,” I whisper before hanging up.