…Matt POV…
Now, I have been wanting to make this walk for a while. I don't quite know if it was to give Isabella a piece of my mind or if I wanted to give James what he deserves. Guess I will find out.
As I step onto the porch, I need not even have to knock for James swings the door wide open, "What can I do for you, Jackson?"
"You can start by calling me by my name."
"I don't need to call you anything. What do you want?"
"I am here to see Isabella."
"Well, she is not here."
Just the sight of this man makes me want to punch that goddamn ugly face of his in. I know full well she is here, and I am not going to stand here and play games with him.
"I want to see Isabella."
Just then, Isabella steps out from behind him. It seems that she has been crying for his makeup has run down black over her cheeks. As I try to reach out for her, the asshole slaps my hand away.
"Oh, no, you did not just do that."
