Lorenzo POV
My phone buzzed with the decrypted message at 2 a.m.
“Isabella sending coordinates. Warehouse on 47th. Hit them tonight.”
The coordinates matched one of my smaller operations. Only three people knew about it. One of them was currently chained to my bed.
Rage burned through my chest. I’d started to let my guard down with her.
I walked into the bedroom. Isabella was asleep on her stomach, my shirt riding up to expose the perfect curve of her ass, faint bruises from my hands still visible on her hips. She looked peaceful. Almost innocent.
I ripped the covers off.
Her eyes flew open. “Lorenzo…?”
I grabbed her by the throat and hauled her up to her knees. “Who the f**k are you talking to, Isabella?”
She froze. “What are you talking about?”
I showed her the decrypted messag
