The drive in the early morning sun that is lying hot and comfortable on my skin does nothing for the anger that I feel within. The anger that will now, once and for all, boil out of control and hopefully set the reality in that no matter how well you play the game with Isabella, she is always going to win.
Ya, the little ice princess has gotten her way. After trying to make my intention very clear that I would have her arrested for taking my child away from me, I backed off gracefully and left the hotel without Braydon.
The question is…will I truly have her arrested?
That is a question that I cannot answer with a definite yes or no, for the anger is consuming me.
How the fuck did I let Isabella Jones play me again?
So miss little ice princess never had the intention of coming home. And seeing that I had failed to get her to return now. Well, that only means that I will be coming back for her again…
I am not hiding like fucking coward.
