Chapter 9

Isabella's POV

"What do you think you are doing?" The man asked staring at me. The look in his eyes was so frightening that I wished I hadn't walked towards that telephone.

"I…I…" I was lost for words to say. Then again, this was my honeymoon, at least that what's they said which means that I had a right to be there, he was the one who did not have any right to be here especially since I know nothing about him. As if sensing that a lot of things were running through my mind, he pokes his index finger on my forehead pulling me back to reality.

"Who are you trying to call?"

"How good is your eyes?" I asked almost immediately which made him scoff glaring at me. Staring at him, I sensed that he was nothing like the other men who worked for Rodrigo, at least he was nothing like Marcello. The man was annoying as ever and I was glad he was not on this trip with us. He had something to take care of so he had to stay back, without having to ask Rodrigo knew it had to do with something illegal