AGOSTI

AGOSTI

“Which one of you bastards hit her?” I glared at the men in front of me.

They had their heads bowed as they should because no sane man should lay a hand on any woman.

I had called for them as soon as retreated from Isabella’s room. Santiago had sent only three men but somehow one of them had managed to be a complete imbecile.

“I am not going to ask again so I suggest you all start fucking talking” I warned, slapping my gun to the table.

I was glad that they all jolted, their eyes reaching the weapon and then themselves as if to urge whoever had hit Isabella to step forward immediately.

It wasn’t long before one of the men stepped forward, his eyes on his shoe. He must have been the one that knocked her out and left the bruise on her beautiful face. I had asked them to retrieve her not beat her to one inch of her life.

He did not seem remorse, merely perplexed as to why I was making a big deal out of how they handled someone who was trying to fuck my plans up as I am sure Santia