Chapter 91

ISABELLA’S P.O.V. “Son?” Manuel asked from behind us and I saw his wife freeze. Within a second, he had her by the throat and was dangling her off the ground. “Tell me what they are talking about you bitch. What son are they referring to?” “If you kill her, she can’t talk,” I drawled and his eyes went to mine. There was rage swirling in them and any lesser man would have shrunk to half his size but I knew that he wouldn’t hurt me, he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to. “Let her go, Manuel, and we can talk.” He threw her to the ground and her sobs filled the room. I wanted nothing more than to comfort her but I couldn’t, not right now. If I cracked even a little, they would pounce. I was dealing with predators and I had to be extremely careful as I made my next move. “Your wife had a child for you,” I explained. “It happened when you threw her out of the house shortly after your marriage. It was after Sofia was born. She was a few weeks old at the time. Do you remember?” “Of