ISABELLE.
I wanted to scream, but for some reason, it felt like a terrible thing to do in this serene environment. If I did, then it would be only my voice that would be heard, making me seem like a crazy woman.
“Let go of me,” I said through gritted teeth as he carried me in, still throwing him glares.
Silence.
Almost as though I wasn’t talking to anyone.
“If you take me in, I’ll file a complaint against you. I’ll show the cops the stupid contract, and you will be arrested and jailed for kidnapping.”
I was probably rambling, but hey, I had to fight for my life, right?
“My pleasure!” he said with the calmest voice I’d ever heard from him.
I was about to lash out at him when a familiar face came into view.
I saw him that night at the club.
“Shut the door, please,” Matt said to him
