Our Mission

Chapter 32

- Isabella's POV -

Wear red.

Who is he to try and make a request on what I wear?! It makes sense though because the last time I fucking checked I'm nothing but pussy and bait to him.

How could I be such an idiot! I stroll around town without a care in the world. I should've known a man like him never stays in a place specifically prison for too long.

I groan pulling the ends of my hair in frustration. Everything was going so great before he decides to break into my apartment and kidnap not only me but my best friend.

That's seriously the fucking psychotic man I swore I loved?!

Fuck me.

To make matters worst Valerie has been quiet the whole trip here because she's in obvious shock. I had to help calm her down the plane ride assuring her that everything is going to be fine when I'm not even positive myself.

Why couldn't it been the fucking Spanish mafia? They would've at least only taken me. I would've been fucking dead already instead of being here.

It's past noon since the time change and I'm not tired because of the drugs that were injected into me.

Then the door to my room knocks softly. I don't get the chance to stop whoever it is from coming in but to my relief, it's only Val.

I sit up from the vanity stool and rush towards her.

"So that's Lorenzo? And Sergio, and Mauricio?"

I nod, "yes, the three Musketeers I told you about, " I laugh trying to lighten the mood. I receive a chuckle but nothing else and my heart shrivels feeling guilt consume me.

I wrap my arms around her slender shoulders, rubbing my palms on her back, "Val, it's going to be okay." I coo holding her.

"I'm a ex agent remember? I do my job quite well when I'm not in love with the enemy." I continue on pulling myself away to look into her eyes.

I got this. I know I do.

My hands slide up and down her arms, "I'm going to have dinner with him. I'll get the answers then it'll be over. You don't even have you to go, you can always have your food delivered" I say in a soothing tone trying my best to make the task seem easy.

It was now my turn to comfort her. I need to be here for her. This is all new and scary to her.

Her pupils soften before she shakes her head, "no Isabella. We have to be there for each other."

We walk our way to my tidy bed, our bodies sink into the memory foam matter as we both exhale a breath.

What am I going to do?

Time passes with Valerie and I sulking before deciding to get ready for dinner. I let Valerie get ready in my room since she felt uneasy being alone while three men she has no relation with are roaming the house.

I grab another towel from its neatly folded pile, patting my damp hair dry. I walk out of the steaming bathroom, Valerie sitting on the stool already dressed in a forest green dress.