ACE ARGENT
I was done with her s**t. I was not going to be patient, and I was not going to be a gentleman. Not anymore. Every time I listened to her, acted nice and caring, she would find some way to leave me. She was asking for this treatment now. I wasn't letting her leave, not this time, not after giving me a taste of herself again.
I had lived without her for five years, but I couldn't do it again. Not even for a second. Not when she was mad at me.
So I ignored her constant shouting, nagging, and screaming, and continued to drive. I'd glare at her through the rare-view mirror every once in a while, and dropped threats, hoping it would shut her up. But she was unfazed. The good thing was, she wasn't even slightly afraid. Just mad. So I felt no guilt in taking her by force. If she ha
