Isaiah
The first time I knew Zella King had to be mine or I would end up in a f*****g asylum, rabid over her was five years ago.
King Industries had hosted a ball and she had come with her father, all gorgeous and dressed up in a red. The little girl I knew had morphed into a blindingly beautiful woman with the lushest lips I had ever seen.
I had stood, frozen in the gallery, looking down at her in the main hall. There was a tightness in my chest and I couldn't breathe. Then Zella threw her head back in laughter, flashed those deep chocolate eyes at me and I was gone. f*****g gone.
Everything, everyone fizzled out. All I saw, the center of my vision, was her. Blood rushed through my veins in mad torrents and the one word that repeated in my head over and over, was mine, mine, MINE.
Go
