Warehouse Showdown
“She’s safe.”
Those two words broke the spell.
Alex’s whole stance changed in an instant. His muscles tightened, and he straightened his back.
His eyes, which had seemed gentle just a moment before, now showed a fierce determination. The mask he had been wearing, whatever act he had put on, vanished completely.
He took a step back from Isabella, his voice sounded cold, final and stripped of all pretence.
“It’s over, Isabella.”
She didn’t flinch. Her head tilted. Her lips curled, not in surprise, but expectation.
“Not surprised, Alex,” she murmured, circling him like a cat sizing up an old rival. “You always were quick to flip the board when you’re losing.”
He didn’t answer.
Isabella’s smile grew slowly and venomously.
“So what now? You going to cuff me? March me out of here like one of your little precinct thugs?” She leaned in close, breath warm against his ear.
“Except… you can’t, can you?”
Alex didn’t blink.
“Not without the De Lucas razing everything you lo
