Zander’s POVWe are almost at Morgan’s bungalow, and I’m dreading letting go of Isabella’s hand. We’ve laughed and talked on the ten-minute walk along the beach.“Where is your high school, Izzy?” I asked.“I go to an all-girls prep school in New York. Papa has strict rules about letting people know the name of it. Mafia stuff, you know,” she said, shrugging.“Is it hard to be a family in the Mafia?” I questioned.“Yes, you have a very limited lifestyle,” Isabelle sighed. “I wish I were just a normal girl. Then I could choose who I get to date, kiss, and marry.”“You still have two of those options,” I stated.Isabella blushed, “According to my Papa, I have no choice in any of them.”“Well, he doesn’t need to know, does he?” I smirked.“I don’t know if I can keep it from him,” Isabella revealed.“Really, it’s up to you what you want more,” I explained. “If you want something so bad, it’s easy to keep the secret.”“I guess that’s true,” Isabella said, smiling.We arrived at the part of
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