Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 129

“...River Avenue.”

Isadora could hear the sound of hurried, heavy footsteps on the other end of the line.

“Isadora, get in the car right now. Don’t talk to him until I arrive. Wait for me. And... don’t be afraid.”

Her body ached, and the bald thug’s threats still rang in her ears.

Isadora was only pretending to be brave.

But when Victor whispered, “Don’t be afraid,” her eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.

The next moment, while the bald man’s attention was elsewhere, she seized her chance—flinging the car door open, slamming it shut again, and locking it in one swift motion.

The man hadn’t expected her to pull a stunt like that, and his anger flared.

He pounded on the window with both fists, his voice muffled but furious.

“Bitch! You worthless whore—get out here! When I get my hands on you, I’ll tear you apart!”

Isadora buried her head in her arms, a sharp ringing in her ears.

The man was pounding so hard that the whole van shook.

If he kept at it much longer, Victor might not even have time to arrive before the windows shattered.

Just then, a Lamborghini screeched to a halt at the curb, engine roaring through the night.

The door swung open.

A tall, sharply dressed man stepped out, his tailored suit hugging his long legs. He strode forward with an air of authority that seemed to silence the darkness itself.

The bald man turned at the sound, his hand frozen mid-strike as he stared at the imposing figure approaching.

Victor’s eyes were jet black, glinting cold and merciless.

He reached the man in two strides and, without a word, twisted his arm at a brutal angle.

The thug barely had time to register what was happening before his arm bent back in a sickening arc. Victor flung him aside like trash.

A crack echoed through the night.