Chapter 33 Taken🌶️🌶️🌶️
- (POV: Isabela Montoya)
- Mateo’s words lingered like poison in the stale air. "You belong to me." It wasn’t a declaration—it was a sentence. Final. Absolute.
- The ruined phone lay in pieces, the scent of scorched plastic and burnt money seeping into the wooden bones of the hideout. But what chilled me more was the silence that followed.