Chapter 132

ISABELLA’S P.O.V. I was a mixture of stunned, impressed and terrified as I watched Sofia stand over her father’s dead body with a knife in her hands. I wasn’t sure where she had gotten it from or if I should try to get it away from her. She was clearly unhinged and I didn’t need her trying to kill me, she already didn’t like me. My eyes found Enzo’s and I could tell he was thinking the same thing because he held out a hand telling me to stay put. “Sofia,” he kept his voice deliberately soft as if he were speaking to a wounded animal. She turned to him with an almost dazed look on her face. “I need you to put the knife down, now.” “Why?” she asked. “Are you going to kill me for killing him? I’m not a fool, Lorenzo, you have your gun pointed right at me. I’m not a danger to you, I never was.” “I know that, but you need to put that down, now. We have to take you back.” She laughed. “You have to be insane if you think I am going back to that prison. You kept me locked up with no compa