Chapter 8: Isabella

True to my word, I met up with Elena when I got home, and don't get me wrong, I love the girl. She's like my family. She and Evie are the sisters I never had and when I got home, she was already in my home, on my sofa, drinking my wine.

"Okay, so you're already here, and you're already halfway through my wine. What the hell has happened?" I ask her as I sit next to her and take the glass from her hands so I can have a drink.

"I don't even know. Dad asked me to meet him in his office and told me that Novikov had issued a truce with the Italians and as his second in command, he basically... He f*ck*ng sold me Izz... he told me"

"Novikov... that's... "

"He's a giant arsehole. When my uncle does or wants something, he f*ck*ng gets it." she quips, as well as taking her wine glass from me once again.

"You've met him?"

"Of course I have. Alexei is the bratva. No one messes with him," she says, but I keep going back to my conversation with my mom just before she passed.

"My sweet girl. I have