Enrico's grip on Isabella's hair tightened as he shoved her roughly toward the car, his patience clearly wearing thin. He opened the passenger door and practically threw her inside, slamming the door shut with a force that made the entire vehicle shake.
Isabella's heart raced as she watched him walk away, his back turned to her as he went to join his men. Her thoughts were a whirlwind of fear, anger, and desperation.
As she sat in the car, her mind raced with possibilities of how she could escape. She glanced toward the driver's seat, her heart skipping a beat as an idea began to form. Enrico had left her alone in the car, likely not considering the possibility that she might try to escape. But Isabella wasn't one to be underestimated, not anymore.
She knew how to start a car without
