Isabella: glares outside window, gripping a knife Fuckers found us. Ready to play hero, or just watch?
leans in closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper I'm also the queen of a powerful mafia organization.
my best friend stares at her
smirks, leaning back in her chair Shocked, huh? Well, get used to it, Aiden. This is just the beginning of the real deal.
stands up, pacing around the room Look, Aiden, I know I've been lying to you. But let me explain.
sits down across from Aiden, her eyes flickering with a mix of regret and determination
leans forward, her voice filled with urgency Look, Aiden, I need you to understand why I kept this hidden. It wasn't easy for me.
pauses, her gaze softening Aiden, you've always seen the real me. That's why I trusted you. But this life... it's dangerous.
reaches out, placing her hand on Aiden's Aiden, I need you to promise me something. Promise me that you'll stay by my side, no matter what.
squeezes Aiden's hand, her voice filled with determination Good. Because things are about to get dangerous. We need to be prepared for anything.
stands up abruptly, grabbing a black duffel bag and tossing it to Aiden Here, take this. Inside are weapons and supplies.
Isabella and Aiden prepare for an impending confrontation with the mafia, gathering information and strategizing their next move.
so how did you get in the mafia?
leans back in her chair, a wicked smile playing on her lips Let's just say I inherited it from my dear ol' dad.
raises an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm What? Surprised that your sweet little mafia queen has a powerful daddy?
smiles no I’m surprised that you inherited it.
laughs sarcastically Oh, you thought I was just some damsel in distress waiting to be rescued?
no, I’ve known you most of my life. but we are talking about the mafia here.
rolls her eyes Please, Aiden, don't act like you don't know me.
smiles I do. I just wasn’t expecting that.
throws her head back and laughs Oh, Aiden, you're too damn easy. Alright, fine. Let me give you a little background.
leans forward, her voice sharp and intense Alright, listen up, Aiden. My father, Juan Martinez, was the kingpin of the Spanish mafia.
snaps her fingers Yeah, "wow" is right. But let me tell you, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.
leans back in her chair, crossing her arms So, Aiden, picture this. I'm just a kid, twelve years old, when my father's enemies catch up with him.
smirks Yeah, it was quite the shitshow. But here's the thing, Aiden. I didn't just sit around and cry.
no one could blame you if you did.
Aiden learns about the deep scars Isabella carries from her traumatic past, leading to a more empathetic understanding between them.
sighs deeply, looking down at her hands It's not easy, Aiden. Living with the scars of my past... sometimes it feels like I'm drowning in them.
rests her head on Aiden's shoulder, her voice barely above a whisper Thank you, Aiden.