Mafia king and demon, Noah Gabriel is everyone's fear, and the very mention of his name makes one shudder.
Everyone adores Isabella Rose Robinson, who is known as an angel, and she has her unique style of speaking.
After they meet, Noah forces her...
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Trigger warning⚠️
Isabella's POV:
I could hear the man's pained groans in the distance as the man continued to strike him. I was aware that, although he appeared brutal, the man deserved it. He was almost about to rape me.
I rolled myself into the smallest ball I could ever be and started sobbing.
It wasn't my fault. I left late from the bakery; I was cleaning the place.
It wasn't my fault. Ava left early because her mother called her for an emergency.
It wasn't my fault.
It wasn't my fault.
It wasn't my fault.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bullet escaping from a pistol. I couldn't help but scream, "No, no, did someone just lose their life?
In front of me?
''It's alright'' Wait, I know this husky, deep tone.
Tears clouded my vision, making it difficult for me to distinguish who it was.
I gently wiped the tears from my eyes. I raised my face, and it was Noah.
My ears were pounding with blood, my chest felt my heart thudding, and my hands trembled. I felt as though I were staring through a fish-eye lens as my vision became blurry. I needed to flee; I was no longer able to remain here.
I feel my heartbeat increase, and sweat is racing to fall from my forehead. I can feel my hands shaking and my lungs burning.
''I can't breathe,'' I said, struggling to breathe.
With a low voice, he said, "It's okay; he can't hurt you; you're safe."
My chest tightened as bile swelled in my throat, and I sobbed more ferociously.
My hand was taken by him, and he put it on his chest, or more specifically, his heart.
He stared into my eyes, and so did I.
He continued to breathe evenly and stated, "Listen to my heartbeats."
I attempted to open my mouth, gasping for air.
"Inhale, then exhale."
We kept eye contact.
My heartbeat soon became regular, and I soon began to feel alive.
Something about him made me feel protected, like if a volcano erupts, Noah won't allow the lava to come near me.
''Is he d-dead?'' I couldn't help but stutter; fear grew in me, and my hatred for men increased.
''No," he replied simply. I don't think I would feel empathy if he were dead.
