ISABELLA
I walked back into the courtroom, my heels clicking on the polished floor, break I adjourned and I was so excited to be back here because I had a great feeling that this was going my way.
The judge nodded at me, and I took my place at the prosecutor's desk.
The courtroom was quiet, the tension palpable, as we prepared to resume the trial.
My eyes met with Emilio who had that scrutinizing gaze like he was giving me a warning about me not to step on the wrong side but I care less about their silly shits.
Just as we were about to begin, the doors to the courtroom burst open, and Domenico strode in along with the chairman who was fidgeting, not expecting his arrival.
"Oh my goodness, it's Domenico himself, do you think he would be safe from their grasp?" I heard some of the jury mutter and I just rolled my eyes.
"I bet so… the trespasser is going to regret ever messing with that family,"