Chapter 32: THE PRESENT

LORENZO’S P.O.V. I stared at the Russian who was smiling despite the blood on his teeth. I glanced over my shoulder at Matteo in a silent question. He could just be bluffing or he could genuinely have information on Isabella. The problem was that there was no way to know which was true and making the wrong decision could prove to be the difference between life and death. “The whereabouts of my wife are none of your concern, if this is a bid to delay your suffering then you have another thing coming,” I warned and he laughed. “If I were you, I would put a lot more thought into actually finding my wife. There are so many people who know that she hasn’t been with you for at least seven years. Did you really think that we wouldn’t do our own investigations?” I grabbed him by the throat. “I know you haven’t found her or else you wouldn’t be here rotting in my cell. If you say one word about her, I will knock your teeth so far down your throat. Am I clear?” “We may not have found her bu