Forbidden Desire 18+

Chapter Four

ELIO MORELLI

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"If you even think about going near my daughter inappropriately, I will take away everything I gave you without a second of a doubt. Touch her and I will fucking kill you. Hurt her and I'll kill you. Fail at your job and I'll kill you. Understood?"

Lonzo's words have been ringing in my head for the last thirty minutes on loop. It's obvious how protective he is of Isabella, more so than your average parents but I guess he has enemies that could be a threat to her life. I didn't expect anything less than death threats for going anywhere near his precious girl, other than to protect her and do my job.

From the first meeting I already knew that she would be a difficult client. Her entitlement oozes off of her like a scent any decent person could pick up on. She's daddy's little girl–even if they don't always see eye to eye.

But from what I picked up on, it's clear what she is.

Mouthy

Know-it-all.

Brat.

That's what I interpreted from meeting her for an hour, it was inevitable. I understand that she's been cooped up in that house for how many years and now she wants to give her independence a go, but it's clear that she has a lot of growing up to do in the meantime.

And she isn't going to be an easy client. Oh no. I already know the hell that she's about to unleash on me and everything around her. She's basically a feral teenager–plus two years. But I'm here to get the job done and that's it. I'm not here to be a babysitter.

I've been waiting for Lonzo to call in the favour for what feels like years and yet it could be much worse. In retrospect this doesn't seem so bad but when I found out Isabella's course is five years long, I almost had a stroke.

We're currently on the way to her University of choice. Isabella is sitting right beside me in the passenger seat as I drive down the bendy, narrow roads. One security car is in front of us and another behind for extra precaution.

Isabella hasn't said a single word since we left her house. All she's done is stare out the window with her knees cuddled to her chest. It's been two hours and as I look at the sat-nav, we still have two hours to go. Lord, get me there as soon as possible.

I release a silent sigh and keep my eyes firmly on the road. This might be a favour but Lonzo is still paying me for keeping his daughter safe. After everything he did for me and my family, I didn't expect him to but the generosity is there and I'm grateful for it.

"Can we stop for food?" Isabella's voice catches me by surprise.

My face drops into a frown. "No."

"Why?"

"We're on a tight schedule."

Isabella releases a huff of pure annoyance. "There will be services on the way."

I flick my eyes to the rearview mirror and shake my head. The car behind is still following and keeping up a good pace with us. "I said no."

"What the fuck is your problem?"

My head twists towards her for a split second. Those big brown eyes stare up at me with frustration, along with her nose that is slightly scrunched and leaves wrinkles across her freckled skin. Long dark curls bounce around her shoulders as her arms fold over her chest.

She's not winning this one. She's not winning anything.

I listen to her huff once more before pushing her back into the car chair and muttering something under her breath. I don't even want to know what she's saying because I couldn't give a fuck. I'm not here to please and grant her every wish, if she thinks this is going to be fun then she's got another thing coming.