The gunmen obeyed, restraining her even more. One of them slammed her shoulders against the wall while the other kept her wrists locked.

The leader stepped forward again, pressing his body against hers, his weight and presence crushing what little space remained. His hot breath brushed Isabela’s face, but she kept her gaze steady, her chin lifted.

“You’ll need more than two men to make me bow my head,” she spat, her words nearly grazing his ear.

He smiled crookedly—there was no humor in it. Onl