Dead

*Isabella Russo's POV*

My entire body went rigid with fear when I saw the bomb tied around my waist. It was ticking fast and had two minutes left before it went off.

"I don't want to die Nico." I cried holding him tightly. The bomb started to count after nico had shot his father dead. That is to say that he was the trigger.

"Don't worry, I will not let anything happen to you," Nico comforted as he looked at the bomb thinking of how to diffuse it.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. If I had grown stronger or listened back then, none of this would have happened. I'm so pathetic for causing you all this trouble. Maybe if I hadn't left your office then I wouldn't have been taken." I muttered forgetting the pain I felt on my cheeks.

"Don't say that, I'm the one who should have protected you. I let my guard down after I had promised to never let anything hurt you. You don't know how worried I was when I couldn't find you. And seeing you brusied and bloodied, makes me want to beat myself.