"You have to stay in my safe house for sometime. It's two hours from here." Sydney breaks the comfortable silence at dinner. I look up.  "What about you? You're coming with me, right?" I ask.  His face shows regret as he shakes his head. "I have to take care of things." I don't say anything. I look at him and know he has something else to tell me. He remains quiet as he eats but his mind is elsewhere.  "Something on your mind?" I take his hand. "I'm here for you, you know." He gives me a small smile at my words and I smile back. I squeeze his hand lightly before releasing it.  "I know every woman has a dream wedding." Sydney blurts out after we resume eating in silence. I turn to face him and look at him weirdly. "I know you have one too." He notices my look and lets out a frustrated sigh.  "I need to protect you Izzy. I need to know you're safe. I need to defeat the Italians

Time stopped.  Everything stopped.  "Isa..." I raised my hand to silence Sydney. I wasn't ready to listen to him. I wasn't ready to look at him. The note was scrunched up in his fist but I didn't look up.  Is this Russo's plan? To break us apart on our wedding day? We're still on the road to Sydney's apartment but I've received the biggest shock of my life. I had a pathetic life because of the family I just joined. This was supposed to be my happiest day. The day I married the man I love. My mother. Oh, mother. She lost everything because of these monsters. How I'm I to look past that and live with him.  I feel something touch my face snapping me back to the real world. Sydney's thumb wipes the tears I never knew I had but I move away. "Let's go and talk about this. You're stressing the baby." Sydney says.  "I don't want to be with you in one place. I'll

ISABELLA'S POV We just arrived two days ago in Toronto. This is the best gift Sydney has given me. Time to bond with my mother as he's away. He knows how much I want to make up for lost time with my mother and he did it before I even told him so. He also thought that having my mum here with me when I was about to give birth would be good for me. I know deep down he's scared to leave me alone incase anything happened to him and to say I'm terrified would be an understatement. The other reason Sydney sent my mum with me was for protection. The Italians could come for her and take her like they did to Harry. Harry. I still can't believe that witch Amelia would have them take him away. I don't even know if he's alive.  "What's wrong baby?" My mother's voice startles me. I look up and see her giving me her small smile. I try to smile back but I can't. "I just hope Harry is okay. And I kinda miss Sydney." I say but she smiles at that. She hug

SYDNEY'S POV  "Isa and her mother just got into the black van with Candice." Luke says and I breath in in relief. It's time to go find Harry and take down Marko Russo.  I walk to my safe and press in 'Rose22' and it immediately clicks open. I smile as I think of my passcode. 'Rose.' It was the day I received a file on Isabella's dad. His information said he had a daughter. Isabella Rose Styles. I never told Isabella that I knew her name until they day we made love a few days ago and I moaned her middle name during our high.  I take out a HK p9 that I had bought for Isabella but was yet to give it to her and load it. Look like I'll buy her another one. Isabella handles her guns so well and I loved seeing her face light up when she saw the different guns. My wife's a badass.  I hear a knock breaking my thoughts before I grunt a get in. Joey and Kane get in. I take my other gun. An M

ISABELLA'S POV  Marko's eyes blaze with anger after the mocking tone I use.  "Even if you hide me under the ocean, my Sydney will always find me." I taunt enjoying it. "Do you know why?" Marko's eyes don't leave mine but I notice him clenching his fists from the corner of my eye. "I am his. And he'll always destroy whoever touches what's his." The gunshots increase and become louder. Marko screams in frustration and I smirk. "He'll get you Marko Russo. And I'll be the one to end you as he holds you down." His eyes shift to my belly and I see a smirk form in his mouth.  "I see the water Ringo gave you is working." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion until. "What water? And who's Ringo?" I question. There's no water I was given.  "The drinking water that you ate with your 'lunch'." Marko clarifies and makes a sign of quotation marks on the wor