GOING OUT

ISABELLA

I paced back and forth in my room, my frustration and anger boiling over. It was already night, and my stomach growled with hunger, but I was too angry to go downstairs. Lorenzo also didn't bother coming up here to ask how I was feeling.

The fact that I was living with a mafia leader, a man who made a living by breaking the law, was infuriating. 

I had always abided by the law, and it was my duty as a prosecutor to bring people like Lorenzo to justice.

But now, I was trapped in this mansion, married to a man who seemed to have no qualms about using violence and intimidation to get what he wanted. 

And to make matters worse, I couldn't shake the feeling that he might have had something to do with my mother's death.

I ruffled my hair in frustration, "No… I need to do something, I am going crazy." I mumbled while still pacing around the room.