Isabella

"Andrew?" I called, recognizing the voice as my heart rate quickened to an unexplainable speed.

"Yes. Forgive me, this is a bad time, Princess, but I was afraid my peers would beat me to the punch."

"No, they haven't," I said. "I'm even quite surprised as to how you got my number," I added with a nervous laugh coming out of my throat and mixing with my words.

"Your man... He gave me your contact details a few days ago. Julio, I believe. The Caracas family head."

"Yes, of course," I said, suddenly feeling stupid. "So, what do you have for me?" I asked, feeling as though I needed...