Chapter 83.

 Ignazio slammed the car door roughly as he stepped down from the car. His feet barely found the ground before he picked his step, eating up the strides between him and the entrance door to Dylan’s house within seconds.   His heart thrummed against his ribcage, anger boiling within him. He could not wait to stand face-to-face with Dylan and demand answers.   While Ignazio needed sudden answers from Dylan—answers that would not leave him hesitating to pull the trigger, something in him wavered. Dylan had been his closet. The one he held dearly to heart. The thoughts of being betrayed by him broke his heart in ways he could not express. Badly, he desired to run away from this because he was too scared that what he had now would be the reality he was running from but a lot was already involved. Isabella was freaking involved and he needed an answer to be able to move on, fix his life, and enlope with his woman.   When the door opened and Ignazio stepped in—the air felt different. Like