Sixty Two

Isabella

"You like to leave with a bang, don't you?" I hear Gabrielle saying and pushing a pill under my tongue. "Now, now, Isabella, calm down."

My heart is pounding like crazy, but soon it starts slowing down. Then the door to the room swings open and Dante barges in, with the gun stuck behind his belt.

He kneels by my side and stares at me, his face a mask of fear.

"Did you kill him?" I ask in a whisper, praying that he didn't.

"No."

I breathe out and turn onto my back.

"I only shot off his hands. He won't be touching you again," he replies, getting up and passing the gun to his assistant.

"I want to go back home. Can I?" I ask, trying to stand up. The mix of the pill with the alcohol makes the whole room whirl. I swayed and fell back to the pillows.