Chapter 121

ISABELLA’S P.O.V. It took me a second to remember who Igor was and once I did, I shot up. “That’s the Pakhan, what could he possibly need our help for?” “I don’t know, but it seems like he needed your help, not mine. What did you do?” I should have been offended that he immediately thought I had done something but the honest truth was that I couldn’t blame him. If I were in his shoes, I would have assumed the same. I was always making up plans behind his back and more often than not, I didn’t tell him. This time however, I was completely innocent. I had no idea what Igor wanted from me but I was going to find out. Enzo and I set up in his office and called him. He hung up but called back again via Skype. I found it weird but didn’t ask questions as I answered. He looked exactly as we had seen him last in his wheelchair but there were new stress lines on his face and the bags under his eyes were terrible. “What’s going on?” I asked and he hesitated before speaking. Igor didn’t stri