Isabella’s P.O.V.Ever felt like pissing someone off so damn much where the person loses control and then lives to regret it. That is exactly how I felt and what I wanted him to feel, to say he was pissed off wouldn’t be phrasing it right; he was beyond it, he was INFURIATED and that is what I wanted.
My words cut like a knife right through his heart and the cuts were deep enough for me to make him bleed to his death. His smirk disappeared like salt does in water, no hint of its existence at all. I bend down a little to come face to face with him and say, “What? Cat got your tongue BOY?” My emphasis on the word ‘Boy’ does not go unnoticed by him as he seethes back, “Untie me and I’ll show you right here how much of a man I am, bitch.” His words don’t affect me as I know what stands ahead o
