His Unwanted Witness
His voice dropped lower. “You saw the news, didn’t you? The little warning on the LED TV?”
Her eyes flickered. “…Yes, sir.”
“Then why didn’t you turn back?”
Her mouth opened, but no words came out.
“And you saw they’ve never shown my face on the news.” He tapped his temple, eyes glinting. “But now you’re staring right at me. You know exactly what I look like. You think I’ll let you walk away?”
“No! Please!” Isabella’s voice cracked, tears falling. “I promise with my mother’s grave—I’ll never speak of this! Please, just spare me!”
Alessandro smirked, lifting his gun. “People like you swear. People like you also betray. Let’s see…”
Her whole body locked. “No, no, please—”
The gun fired.
Isabella screamed. But when she opened her eyes, the bullet hole smoked in the wooden floor beside her.
Her chest heaved. Her hands shook. She collapsed onto the ground, sobbing.
Alessandro leaned back, laughing softly.
Then—something in her snapped.
She pushed herself up on trembling legs. “You want to kill me? Then fucking do it!”
His brows lifted.
“What the fuck is wrong with you gangsters?” she yelled, her voice shaking. “Do I look like someone who can hurt you? You almost made me wet my pants out there with your bullets. Do you think that’s funny?”
One of his men growled, stepping forward, hand raised. “How dare you talk to the boss like that—”
“Stop,” Alessandro ordered sharply, raising his hand without taking his eyes off her.
Isabella’s chest heaved. “You think taking lives is funny?” She beat her chest with her fist. “Fine. I’m going to walk out that door right now. Shoot me if you want.”