Chapter 90

ISABELLA’S P.O.V. I didn’t know if it was my own prejudice speaking but I always expected Manuel and Sofia to live in some medieval castle complete with metal spikes and bars but I was shocked to see a fairly normal suburban house. It was a bit annoying that we had to make a two-hour drive just to see the asshole. As soon as we arrived in front of the house, we were greeted by Manuel himself and some guards. Sofia was nowhere to be seen. “Do you remember what you have to do?” Enzo asked and I nodded. He repeated it to me this morning much to my annoyance. I had the entire thing memorized. “We have one shot to do this so make it count.” We got out of the car and Manuel stood there with his arms extended. “Welcome to my home. I didn’t know you were coming. I would have asked my wife to prepare something for you.” “It was a last minute decision,” Enzo’s response was crisp and curt. “Is there a place we can talk?” “Of course, your wife can wait in the living room. Sofia and her mother