Chapter 129

"...River Avenue."

Isadora could hear the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps on the other end of the line.

"Isadora, get in the car right now. Don't talk to him until I arrive. Wait for me. And... don't be afraid."

Her body ached, and the bald thug's threats still rang in her ears.

Isadora was only pretending to be brave.

But when Victor whispered, "Don't be afraid," her eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.

The next moment, while the bald man's attention was elsewhere, she seized her chance-flinging the car door open, slamming it shut again, and locking it in one swift motion.

The man hadn't expected her to pull a stunt like that, and his anger flared.

He pounded on the window with both fists, his voice muffled but furious.

"Bitch! You worthless whore-get out here! When I get my hands on you, I'll tear you apart!"

Isadora buried her head in her arms, a sharp ringing in her ears.

The man was pounding so hard that the whole van shook.

longer, Victor might not even have time to arrive before

a halt

The door swung open.

stepped out, his tailored suit hugging his long legs. He strode forward with an air of authority that seemed to silence the darkness

sound, his hand frozen mid-strike as he stared

were jet black, glinting

and, without a word, twisted his arm at a brutal

before his arm bent back in a sickening arc. Victor flung him aside

crack echoed

followed, raw and

my arm! He's trying

writhed on the pavement,

and gently tapped on the car

up with relief. The tension that had been coiled tight in her chest

as soon as she

caught her before she could fall, steadying her trembling, chilled

tight with

man, still crumpled on the

you? You broke my arm, you bastard! I'll take you down

cold and

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