Alyssa
Isaac's gaze rakes over me, his mouth twisting with disgust. I know exactly what he's thinking. Tight clothes, makeup—things he always despised. Not because he cared about how I looked, but because I wasn't what he wanted. I realize now that no matter how hard I tried back then, I'd never be 6'2", muscular, and hung like a goddamn horse ready to shove my c**k into his ass and mouth—you know, like the fantasies he hates himself for.
I cross my arms over my chest, forcing my tone calm despite the malice burning beneath. "I thought you said we don't bring the law into family matters."
His head tilts, a razor-sharp smile cutting across his face. "That's before you ran off with my daughter, tried to hit me with a f*****g car and hid behind a bunch of thugs for months." He says the wo
