Isabella aggressively wiped the invisible stain from her lips in distaste as the second man, who was stroking her breast quickly removed his hands. The three males shook with fright and quickly dipped their cock inside their pants.
The other man seated next to Isabella, placed his hand to the back of his head in horror as the gun was pointed at their direction while Ram went prone on the floor in front of Isabella to avoid being shot.
The third man pulled Isabella down to him, covering himself with her body for protection and when she looked up, she noticed the man who had stopped this old-men from harassing her.
Isabella glanced at the strange man, whom she had never expected to see again in her life, and her mouth dropped open as her heart sank.
She examines the man with her eyes wide open to her greatest surprise, and for a brief minute she believed she was dreaming when she saw Matteo fully dressed in a black suit and long pant that radiated his power and handsomeness, giving him a menacing aura and sexy model vibes.
Isabella felt her stomach constrict as sexual tension began to build in her body. Who would have thought that this outfit could make one look sexier?
She raised her face up to look at him and noticed his new haircut; his shoulder-length hair was sleekly brushed back and tied in a low-ponytail that curled down on his neck, revealing his head’s v-shaped undercut. Two strands of his hair were left to fall slightly by his face, giving him a stylish and moderately appealing appearance.
With his fresh appearance, She would not have recognized him if it hadn’t been for the color of his eyes and his muscular body features.
Isabella couldn’t believe her eyes as she stared at the man she’d met before. Could this day possibly get any better? First she met Leonardo, and now Matteo? What the hell is he doing here? Regardless of whatever the true answers to her question could be, she felt relieved to see him here because she knew he was going save her from this horrible man.
Meanwhile, Matteo appears unconcerned, like he wasn’t bothered, although he was trying to calm his anger. He was deadly furious after seeing her being touched by those old-men. He didn’t want anyone to know he was worried about her, so he remained silent for a split second before speaking. “And what the fuck is going on here?” Matteo asked, his voice so cold and compelling that it sent chills running down her spine.
“She tried to seduce us, so we were just trying to get her off,” Ram said, straightening up on his knees.
Isabella let out a gasp with her mouth wide open, astonished at how the man had put all the blame on her. “You are a liar!” She said to Ram then turned to look at Matteo with teary eyes. “Sir, that’s not what happened; they tried to -” She tried to convince Matteo that she is innocent but Matteo diverted the gun to her. She was unable to complete her statement as the gun was aimed directly at her. Her body began to tremble in fear at the prospect of him pulling the trigger and shooting her to death. “Please, I swear to God, I was only doing my job when they came to harass me.”
“She even smacked me on the face.” Ram chimed in, tilting his face so Matteo could see the imprint of her hand against his cheek as a prove of his statement.
Isabella cried out in protest, “Yes I did that when he tried to harass me!”
Matteo took a few steps forward and stopped in front of her. He raised her chin with the rifle to get a better look at her face. He looked at her intensely and all he could see was a sight of pain and fear in her eyes, all because of them! The old men had all tried to take advantage of her. His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth inside his mouth while he used the gun to tilt her face to one side, then to the other side, checking if she had any scars on her face, but there were none.
Isabella’s whole body was shaking and hands were trembling against her will, fearful that he was going to kill her any moment.
Matteo abruptly stopped what he was doing and grabbed Isabella’s arm, pulling her up from the other man’s lap.
Isabella gasped as he pulled her into him, feeling his firm chest underneath his suit pressed against hers. Matteo wrapped his hand around her, holding her tight against him before he brought down the gun and pointed it towards the side of her head, filling her heart with a crushing horror.
With his hand still holding her, Matteo hauled Isabella back to the entrance of the room.
Isabella couldn’t move an inches away from Matteo since he was holding her. She was looking so small and short in his protective arms and his towering height was intimidating hers. She began panicking because Matteo still had the pistol pointed to her head; she felt like her life was going to end any time soon, and thinking about it made her broke down in a long, heart-wrenching sob, “Please, Sir, let me go.” She pleaded with him since she was innocent and do not deserve to die. She just wanted him to let her go immediately. She didn’t want to die right now, not when her mother needed her the most.
“I’m going to shoot you if you don’t shut up,” Matteo warned, which stopped Isabella from saying any more words instantly to avoid being killed.
Ram stood up as he realized Matteo had fallen for his lies. “Before you kill her, Sir Matteo, at least let’s have a taste of her,” he says with a naughty grin on his face, and the others mumble in agreement.
“Okay then,” Matteo responded calmly, and Isabella’s heart raced in fear; is this man going to hand her over to these flirtatious men to have their way with her? If so, then he must be a pervert like them. She shouldn’t have trusted him to save her, she would have just run away the moment her entered here.
Isabella sneaked a quick glimpse of Ram and noticed him smirking at her. The expression on his face reminded her of his statement: “Even if you report us that would be the worst. We are special guests here, and we can pay to have you for the night.” So he was right; he can pay to have her for the night, and she has no right to object; not with a gun pistol aimed at her head, and her own life in danger.