369 GOOD CHILD, WRONG CHOICES

Isabella was cooking when she received a call from a strange number. "Hello, this is Isabella Davis speaking." She said it in her most professional tone. "Isabella Davis, you must be the mother then." A voice snarled over the phone. Isabella took the phone off her ear to look at the number, but it was private. "Who is this?" "I'll just cut straight to the chase; you don't need to know who I am, Mrs. Davis; all you need to know is that your stupid son messed with the wrong crowd, and he's going to pay dearly for that." Isabella gasped, "Lucas? "What did you do to my son?!" "You should be asking what your son did to us!" The voice yelled angrily. "I want you to explain to me how in hell he loses fifty thousand dollars. I thought he stole it at first until I found out your family's wealth is a thousand times bigger than that." Isabella breathed in and out, trying to keep her voice calm. "Please, I'm begging you, don't hurt my son. If it's the money you want back, then I'd give it b