Chapter 25 Want You Dead

• ISABELLA’S POV
• “And we’re late.” I say as soon as Dante stops his car engine. “Does this mean they’re going to shoot us or something?” I say playfully as Dante opens up the passenger’s seat for me.
• “Or something…” He says and intertwines our fingers. Locking his car he leads us into a sophisticated casino, where the meeting will be taking place. I can immediately tell Dante absolutely detests being late which explains the long strides he’s taking right now.