Massimo's POV“Come here, princess,” I said, my voice low and commanding.Isabella shook her head, still clinging to the guy like he was her damn savior. “No, please. You have to let Raffaele go.”The words hit harder than I expected. My jaw tightened. Raffaele. The name she'd whispered on the phone. The one she had risked calling behind my back. “No, I’m not leaving here without you,” the guy said, his grey eyes fierce as he held her tighter.Isabella shot him a glare. “Shut up. I’m trying to save you here.”I looked at her, my eyes cold as ice, then shifted to him. This was the first time she had ever said no to me. Straight to my face. And it was because of this pretty boy. She had chosen me over her own father, but for this guy? She was ready to fight. Something dark and ugly twisted deep in my gut.“Come here. Now,” I ordered again, sharper this time.She stayed wrapped around him, her arms locked tight. “I will, but please…you just have to promise to let Raf go. He’s my best fr
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