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Her body shivered he could feel the fear in her, and could sense the tears already running down her cheeks.
"Are you scared"
"Please let me go" she said in a whisper her voice cracked.
"Shh.... I haven't done anything yet, there's more to cry for, save your tears cause by the end of the night I promise, you won't have tears to cry with even if you want to".
His lips hovered dangerously close to hers, not yet claiming, just tasting the tension. His other hand found her waist, gripping, keeping her against him as though the night itself might try to steal her away.
.....
The sheet was stained with crimson.
His chest tightened.
"If there was blood then......."
he turned to have a good look at her.
this wasn't the girl,she wasn't the girl that insulted him last night she was different totally different fragile young.....
Shock slammed into him, a truth so brutal he could hardly process it. He had taken the wrong one. The wrong girl.
Before he could act, Isabella's body gave way. She collapsed off the side of the bed, a broken cry slipping from her lips. Instinct overtook him-he caught her before she hit the floor, his hands firm around her trembling frame.
"Are you-are you okay?" His voice was hoarse, unsteady, nothing like the cold arrogance from seconds before.
Isabella's tear-streaked face turned toward him, her eyes burning with fury and betrayal. She shoved at his chest with what little strength she had left.
"Move away from me, you animal!"
........
a mistake that changed everything.
Isabella Dela Cruz was 19 when her life crushed into a complete disaster as a result of a mistake, a mistake he made.
RAFA'EL DE LUCA.
a ruthless Mafia boss who crushed every soul that crossed his path without mercy.
but this time he missed his target, and now they're bonded by fate.