He was trapped, Izzy knew. He had that dreamy look on his face. The same look all the others had. Izzy prided herself on her amazing ability to lure a man and make him do whatever she pleased. Although, in the case of Pablo, she had failed, and this angered Izzy.

But this poor guy, starry eyed and bruised on her bed might just prove to be useful, she thought. He had already saved her from Pablo’s gun, what else might he do in her behalf?

“Bonito,” she said in his direction, “What is your name?”

“R-Renard,” he stammered.

“Perfecto,” she said, sitting up, cross-legged next to him, silently brushing the loose strands of hair from his forehead, “I am Isabella, Izzy for short, but you can call me whatever you want.” He nodded.

“Alright then, down to business,” she said, “I need your help. That man, the one with the gun? He is after me because I know a secret. A secret worth a lot of money. What I need from you is your protection. In return I will give you anything you want. What do you want Renard?