Chapter 18

Isabella’s POV

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Dominic’s home, if you could call it something so simple, sat behind tall wrought-iron gates, framed by old stone walls and a security system that practically radiated threat. It was beautiful, in the way that power could be beautiful. Expensive. Impeccable. Intimidating.

The kind of place you didn’t knock on without consequences.

The moment we stepped inside, three men in dark suits silently took positions in the entrance hall. Every wall, every doorway felt like it had eyes. My grip on Mateo tightened.

I wasn’t used to feeling outnumbered in my own life anymore.

Dominic noticed.