…Matt POV…
If I thought that this day could not get any worse, some asshole has just struck me against the head. I can only think of one man, and god, James, better hope that I never get loose.
But as I look next to me, in a bundle on the floor completely covered in the mud, is Isabella lying in complete stillness. So with a pounding head, I push myself off the floor to go over to her.
"Isabella, wake up."
But there is no answer. Once again, I pull at her shoulder.
"Isabella, wake up."
Still no response.
"God, Isabella, fucking wake up."
The dread sinks over my body, has that goddamn monster killed her. But then I hear a loud gasp and a struggle for her to catch her breath.
"Fuck, Isabella, I thought you were…"
"Damn, Matty, I nearly thought I was."
"What the hell is going on here?"
"Matty, I think that Clay is in danger."
