Declan
I stormed out the door, ready to kill Isabel. I didn't want to go to her home, but I would if I had to. Instead, I knew she frequented the Estrea Country Club. So, I climbed into my Jaguar and started the engine.
“Declan? Would you like me to drive you somewhere?" Jackson asked, his eyes wide, having appeared out of nowhere.
“No, thank you," I growled.
“Your Grace, you really shouldn't drive this way—"
“I know, but I am," I cut him off. “I'll be back soon." Then I opened the garage door and headed out.
Seeing that it was me, the guards opened the gates. What was left of the paparazzi from earlier jumped out of the way as I passed. I didn't want to kill an innocent bystander, but if they didn't move, it was their funeral... literally.
Pulling onto the main road, I headed stra
