Chapter 6 SIX
He was going to kill her.
He replaced his hand with the knife at her throat.If she moved or screamed,it'll tear at her skin or probably through her throat.
Either way,she could end up dying.
“If I had known Giovanni’s daughter would be this foolish,I would have had you killed right on the altar.Do not test my patience,Isabelle. I am not a good man and when I loose my patience,people die.”
Noticing that she had gone silent,he gave out a wicked grin of victory.
She was bleeding,because the knife had given her a slight cut.
Alessandro behaved like he was oblivious to it.
He looked at her and all he could feel was hatred.
She was too young.
Too innocent,yet—
Too Giovanni.
“Do you think screaming is going to save you? Look…
She looked towards the direction his head pointed to.
The basement door.
“Who do you see coming to help you out?”
Nobody.
An answer that felt like a slap to her face.
“It shows how worthless you are.If my men didn't crash your wedding,you would have been Domenico’s whore.Forgotten and unrecognizable. I am not my men.I am Don Alessandro.If you can scream with them,know that doing that with me would get you unalived."
Her eyes were down again.
“I said fucking look at me,Isabelle.Don't get on my fucking nerves”
Tears slid their way down her cheeks.
She felt defeated.
“Tears already?”
He removed the knife off her neck.
“Do not cry yet because things are only starting to get terrifying for you.I'm going to make you regret the second you laid your eyes on me”
Isabelle sobbed even more.
From the pain of the knife to her neck and from the horror of what her future with Alessandro would be.
Looking at the man,she could tell how much he hated her.
“Please if you let me go.I promise never to be seen again. You will never have to hear of Giovanni's daughter anymore.Don't do this to me…please,” she begged admist sobs.
But Alessandro was past caring.
His heart was dark with only one thing on his mind.
‘Revenge!’
He ignored her,brought a key out of his pocket and walked towards her.
He unlocked her chains and set her free from any other ropes she had been tied with.
Isabelle looked by the side on the floor.
There was a gun.
How had she not noticed it?
She picked it up,as soon as he stepped away from her.
“Now let me go.Don't come any closer,so you better just let me go,if you don't want to get hurt,” Isabelle threatened,her hands shaky.
She was born into a mafia family but she had never held a gun her entire life.
Alessandro’s grin widened.
He had never come across such a fiesty and a stubborn woman before.
He was used to their begging.
Their pleading.
But never seen one who had the guts to hold a gun at him.
Isabelle Conti,interested him far more than he would like to admit.
He smiled,but didn't move nor respond to her threat.
Isabelle’s confidence began to diminish.
Who smiles when a gun is being pointed at him?
“I'll pull the trigger,Alessandro.Let me go!” she threatened again.
“Go on, then. I dare you,” he responded.” “Kill me.”
Her facial expression stained darker with anger or…frustration.
“ Don't tempt me.I could do it,” she warned again.
“You can't because you're not a killer”
“Maybe I am.You could be my first victim” she replied,noticing he still blocked her way.
“Fucking pull the trigger,Isabelle!” he ordered loudly.
With his commanding voice,Isabelle pulled the trigger.
BANG!
A single gunshot erupted in the air like lightning.
