CHAPTER 386

Antoine’s POV

I pounded my fists against the weathered wooden door, the thud echoing through the empty street. The chill in the air did nothing to calm the rage boiling inside me. Isabelle had pushed me too far this time. My fists clenched tighter as I muttered under my breath, “Where the hell is she? Isabelle!!!”

The door creaked open just enough for one of her goons to peer out. The thug’s eyes widened at the sight of me, and without a word, he stepped aside, letting me storm into the faintly illuminated room beyond. The heavy, musty scent of old cigar smoke and dampness hit me like a wall.

I barreled through the narrow hallway, my heart pounding with every step. I was so focused on finding Isabelle that I almost didn’t see her lounging on a worn leather couch, as if she had all the time in the world. She was casually flipping through a magazine, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

“Isabelle!” I roared, my voice echoing off the bare walls. “What the hell do you think you’re