Chapter 3 - The Poisoned Apple
I swung the brass poker with every ounce of strength I had in my exhausted body.
Isabella ducked quickly, and the heavy metal smashed violently into the expensive bathroom mirror.
Glass shattered everywhere, raining down into the marble sink.
Isabella lunged forward, trying to plunge the deadly syringe into my neck.
I grabbed her wrist with both hands, fighting desperately against her surprising physical strength.
"You are going to ruin everything!" she hissed, her beautiful face twisting into a mask of pure rage.
"If my brother finds out I made a deal with the Falcone family, he will kill me!"
I twisted her arm sharply to the right, causing her to drop the syringe onto the tile floor.
Before I could kick it away, Isabella slammed her knee into my stomach.
I collapsed to the floor, gasping for air as the wind was entirely knocked out of me.
She reached down, her manicured fingers wrapping around the plastic barrel of the syringe once again.
"Mommy!" Mia screamed from the bedroom, her voice filled with absolute terror.
Isabella turned toward the sound of my daughter's voice, a wicked smile spreading across her lips.
"I will deal with you in a minute, cleaning lady," she sneered, stepping over my gasping body.
She walked out of the bathroom, heading straight for the velvet armchair where Mia was hiding.
I scrambled furiously across the broken glass on my hands and knees, ignoring the sharp pain.
Just as Isabella reached out to grab my screaming daughter, the heavy bedroom door was violently kicked open.
Adrian burst into the room, his dark eyes taking in the horrific scene in a fraction of a second.
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"Drop it, Isabella, or I swear to God I will put a bullet in your head right now," Adrian roared.
Isabella slowly turned around, grabbing Mia by the hair and pressing the deadly needle directly against my daughter's tiny throat.
