Isaiah’s POV
The flame of rage that Zach had ignited in him had yet to cool off. It had been a few hours since Layla had awoken and found out the bastard had…he couldn’t even think the word without wanting to run into the living room, where the asshole was currently watching TV like nothing was f*****g wrong, and tear him limb from limb.
Isaiah knew that he wasn’t a good guy, but he’d never have done that to anyone. Yes, in the time he’d been with Gideon and Jess, he’d done his fair share of killing and torturing their enemies, and he knew that their end game didn’t make it okay to do so, but what Zach did…it was unthinkable, especially when the i***t claimed to love her. You just didn’t do that to someone you love. And he knew that all too well, unfortunately.
What he’d told Layla abou
