Enrico’s car skidded to a halt, gravel spraying out from under the tires as he slammed on the brakes. His heart pounded in his chest as he watched Isabella’s body roll across the asphalt, her limbs flailing helplessly as she finally came to a stop, motionless on the ground.
The sight of her tumbling out of the car, and the unmistakable sound of her head striking the hard surface, sent a shockwave through him, freezing him in place for a split second.
As the dust settled, Enrico threw open his door and stepped out of the car. He was vaguely aware of his men roaring past him in their pursuit of Angelo, Elena, and Francesca, but all his attention was now on the figure lying in the road ahead of him.
His breath was ragged as he approached her, each step heavy with a mix of fury and someth
