CHAPTER 8

Isabella POV

It didn't take a genius to know who he was, but I just that 'his present' was not a reference to me. Biting my lip, I passed by Angelo's office and the first thing I wanted was to enter it.

Backing myself up, there was a slight crack allowing me to gaze inside of it. Luckily for me, Angelo was nowhere to be seen. I placed my hand on the doorknob and slowly pushed it open. I gazed down the hallway before hurriedly entering the office and closing the door behind me.

Automatically, I went over to his desk and the first thing that caught my attention was a black folder. On the folder were the words, 'for him'. Opening it up, were photographs of girls. They were smiling and showing off their happiness behind it. Flipping past multiple photos, my eyes caught a photograph of one of the girls with blood pooling all around her.

Just as I was about to look at more, the doorknob began to twist. At inhuman speed, I rushed out over to the front of the desk and sat down in one of the