Fear

*Isabella Russo's POV*

I watched in fear as Andrew marched over to me, anger clearly written on his face.

I tried to shrink back or move back but I was held back in place my Andrew's men who caught me and I prepare myself for all that is to come.

After they caught me, they tied my hands up and we stayed somewhere, waiting for Andrew to show up.

"You stupid little girl" He says and he raises his hand striking me across my face, my face turning to the side. My cheek was throbbing in pain and I was sure his palm made a print on my face.

I try to fight the tears that always threatened to spill as I felt his hot breath on my face.

"You think you were being smart? Huh?" He asks, fisting my hair and pulling it down, making me raise my head to look at him. I glared at him with tears in my eyes and he ignored my glare.

"So what did you think? I would call Nico and ask him to come save me and then what would happen after you make the call? You'd be saved?" He asked sarcastically giving me a moc