Chapter 17

Isabella’s POV The motorcycle parked in front of me. Two men were riding it, and their appearance told me that they’re thugs. Fear crept in my heart—thundering inside my chest like there was a storm. “Hey there, pretty girl!” I clenched my jaws as I took a step backwards with an intention to run. I have no chance against them—not because they’re men, and masculine, but because I know they’re capable of killing someone. I was terrified when the man in long hair grabbed my wrist as he smirked. “Trying to run, are we?” “Let me go!” I growled, and kicked his legs, He looked at me with widened eyes. “You got some guts, huh?” The other thug laughed. “Feisty, bro!” The tension in my heart raises as I forced myself to think of a way to escape this. The place was a little dark, and no one is around. Even if these people kill me here, no one would know. My shouts would be useless. My cries would only make them more excited. I’m alone against these thugs. No one to help. What should I do? “I said