Our Mission

Chapter 8

- Isabella's POV -

I sit alone on the plush mattress. It has been three days since I was taken here against my will. It has been three days since I had been allowed to leave my room.

I had not spoken to any of the brothers since that night nor have they been in my presence. It was awfully strange, I assume they would prey on me. I almost hoped over my stay that they will bother me in any type of way.

Lorenzo supplied me with necessities only. I did receive my phone the night I returned to my room by the maid who I gratefully thanked.

The moment I retrieve it, I alerted Darelle about my whereabouts and how our original will be taking a turn. Shockingly, he agreed with my idea and even offered a somewhat rescue plan.

I also heard news from Violet. She apologized, feeling stressed and guilty, she felt like this was all her fault. I admit I was upset with Violet at the moment but I forgave her.

A soft knock brings me out of my daydream.

I don't get a chance to speak when the maid who had dropped off my clothes a few nights ago makes an appearance.

She rolled in a silver cart that a large platter sat on. I gag and my eyes begin to water at the awful stench when she reveals the food.

Rotten fruits with spoiled milk were presented to me. I gaze up at the maid who has a look of pity spreads across her face.

I stand, and realization hits me like a train. I mentioned during my stay that I rather eat rotten food than being in a place like this.

I guess Lorenzo had heard of the news and took my words seriously with his petty gesture.

Fucking bastard.

"Will you inform Lorenzo that I am not fazed by his immaturity," I say, hypocritically.

The maid close the lid and her voice is gentle, "I'm sorry to say but The Don is not present."

I nod my head and an idea circulates my brain.

"Well, I would like a box of bobby pins, please," I turn away from the filthy food, still sickened.

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I dressed in all black and tied my brown hair into a ponytail. I grab the bobby pins and place a few into my pockets as well as my phone.

Lorenzo wasn't home and from the time I spent in the room, the floor always remained quiet. The only people allowed where the maids when needed and Lorenzo's brothers for meetings.

I didn't have much to worry about.

Taking a few seconds to pick the locks of my doors,  I manage to open them with ease. I quietly step out of the entrance and close the door.

The hall was empty as I expected and I slowly take my steps closer and closer to his office doors. My heart beats faster with every step and my body is filled with sudden adrenaline.

When I reach the knobs and attempt to open the tall wooden doors it doesn't budge. I should've seen that coming. I hurry and take another bobby pin out of my pocket and pick the lock.