She'd just finished grocery shopping and was taking a shortcut home, thinking it'd save her a bit of time.
What she didn't expect was to run into someone in the alley.
That someone was Max.
The moment Isabella spotted his signature dyed hair, her instincts kicked in—she took a step back and bolted.
But there was no way she could outrun a grown man. In just a few strides, he had her cornered.
Staring at the man blocking her path, Isabella forced herself to speak. "What do you want from me?"
"Oh, what do I want?" Max sneered and raised his hand. "Take a good look. You're in my hands now, and I swear I'll finish this once and for all."
Isabella's eyes shot wide open when she noticed his missing pinky. "Desmond did that to you?"
"Yeah, and he threw me in jail too," Ma
