Too late

Arabella's POV

When I woke up, I was tied to a chair. The last moments of the fight came to me. How I had fought to the butter end. How someone had jabbed me with a needle. And how it had all gotten dark. Yes, I could remember now. What I couldn't do for the life of me was tell you where exactly I was.

I looked around. I was in a basement. It smelt familiar and come to think of it, the painting of the room looked familiar.

Someone entered the room. It was Luciano's uncle. I couldn't believe it.

I thought he was sick so what had happened? After Luciano had told him about us, had this been his reaction?

I thought about the timeline. It hadn't been an hour after Luciano left when those men came. There was only one explanation. He had planned it all. Removed Luciano from the equation so that I would be defenceless.

Goddess, I didn't know for sure what was going on but I intended to find out.

"Arabella Bianchi." He spat my name out like it was a curse. Maybe it was for him.

"You kidn