All Chapters of An Assassin's Love : His To Possess.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Matteo.Isabella.Her movements were sloppy, untrained. She threw herself between us, wielding a small dagger with shaking hands. Her attacks caught both me and the bastard off guard, but what the hell was she doing? The bastard hesitated, his eyes flickering to me, before smirking at her.Fuck!"Stay the hell away from him."Her voice was firm, but I could tell from her body language that she was scared.The fucker only smiled at her."Brave move sweetheart, I'll take you after killing him."Before he could launch an attack, a loud crash burst through the tension as Rocco and some of my men stormed in.I'll have a serious talk with them later, because where the hell were they? He took control, dragging the assailant to the ground and pinning him. The struggle was over before I could even process it. My breathing was heavy, my hands clenched into fists.I looked at Isabella. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, fear evident in her wide eyes. She had tried to help me. Despite knowi

Matteo.The moment I stepped into the shooting range, my blood turned to ice.Luca was standing behind Isabella, his hands on hers, guiding her grip on the gun. She was too close—closer than she had any right to be. And to make matters worse, Enzo was smirking like he was enjoying the damn show.Something dark and ugly coiled in my chest. Jealousy? No. It couldn’t be. I didn’t get jealous. Not over a woman. Not even over her.Yet, my fists clenched at my sides, and my vision blurred at the edges. She was mine. Whether she liked it or not, whether I liked it or not. And I sure as hell didn’t like seeing another man’s hands on what belonged to me.I didn't even know when I lashed out at her for letting Luca train her. My reason for saying lashing out was as ridiculous as me being jealous of the blond faced fucker.I'll have a chat with Enzo later for letting Luca near the training grounds.Isabella didn’t look intimidated. If anything, she looked annoyed. “What the hell is your problem

Isabella.We moved swiftly through the crowd. The men pursuing the boy had cornered him near the entrance, their faces dark with fury. One of them raised his hand, ready to strike.“Stop,” Matteo’s voice rang out, laced with authority.The men hesitated before turning to face him. Recognition dawned in their eyes, followed by fear. “Sir this boy is meant for the auction, somebody wants to buy him."“Not anymore,” Matteo said, stepping forward. “I want him."The men exchanged uneasy glances, weighing their options. "But sir, there was... No notification that he's yours."Matteo stepped closer to them, his eyes darkening."You have a problem with me taking him?"He quirked up a brow in question.No one dared to challenge him. They stepped aside, and the boy stumbled toward us, his face filled with confusion and hope.Matteo turned to me. “Let’s go.”I reached for the boy’s hand, offering him a small nod of reassurance. He flinched at first but then followed. We walked briskly to the ca