As I slowly open my eyes, I am immediately struck by a pounding headache, and fuck does it hurt like a bitch. But that is not my concern, my concern is Isabella, and as I look over at her, I am so fucking relieved that she is still there. Though still there how I do not now. So I abandon my seat in an instant and rush over to her side; as I open her door, her limp body falls out from the seat. My heart stops, and I cannot fucking breathe.Fuck Isabella!There is a suffocating grip that takes hold of my heart. I can feel the tears start to trickle at the corner of my eyes. I begin to scream at the top of my voice.His body is lifeless, his arms dangle to the ground, and his head falls loosely to the back. There is blood all over his face, but I cannot see where it is coming from. I cannot see any other wounds, but it does not mean that they are not there. Why is he not moving? The crash was not really that hard, but then again, Isabella was not wearing his seat b

…Isabella POV…The hurt in my heart is raging.I have not for one second let go of how angry I am at Clayton. It has consumed every single fiber in me, and it still has not let go. It is still burning out of control. I am growing closer and closer to the edge, and god, when I get there, I am going to crash and burn.  My emotions are out of sync, and my mind is playing tricks on me. I have surrendered control over the demons inside of me; they still have a firm grip on me. If I don't find myself between all the darkness soon, then I fear that I am going to be lost.And lost is what I feel. I will be very honest with myself; I am not as happy as I thought I would be to be married to Clayton. My emotions are mixed. There are moments when I feel guilt and then get those moments where the hints of joy are far greater than regret.Yes, I feel regret.What else do I feel… I fucking miss the man!Now th

It did not take very long, and Isabella was back home. Now to say that she is not raging mad would be a lie, but right now, I have never seen anyone that is more afraid. At least all the Police Officers and Forensics have left. That is one sight that I do not wish for her to see, but there is the very grim reminder where a bullet did penetrate a wall in the kitchen.But she has not seen that yet, for we are sitting in the lounge trying to figure out where do we go from here. I honestly am in two minds, I want her with me, but I know it is far too dangerous. Right now, our lives are all about unpredictability; I don't know what is going to happen next, but at the lengths whoever is behind this has gone, I can certainly say that the next hit will be far more serious than this one.That is not even I thought I wish to think of, to think that somewhere out there somebody wants me dead. God, I must have fucked somebody seriously off, but that is beside the point.So

I think that I have just fucking died.I am staring at a man that has gone completely pale and has the fear of seven horrors in his eyes. Now, this is Harrison Dobbs that we are talking about. This man does not scare easily, but something has just got him spooked.He takes his trembling hand to my shoulder and speaks to me with an urgent voice, "Go get Isabella out of that house."I look at him rather confused as he starts pushing me back into the direction of my car, "What the fuck is going on, Harrison?""That fucking asshole…," he stumbles as he tries to get each syllable of the name over his lips. "You cannot trust... Just get Isabella out of that house." He opens my car door and urges me on, "Just get the fuck out of here, get Isabella. I will explain later."I do not even think another minute; within an inch of a second, my foot slams the pedal to the floor, and I am from zero to sixty out of that driveway towards my house again.

We have just made entry into the home, but after searching every single room, there is no sight of Isabella. In fact, there is no sight from any living soul. This does not sit right by me; why would he leave his home completely unattended. Well, the man is a fucking idiot; I would not really put it past him. But this is the same fucking idiot that has Isabella, and we have now established that she is not here.Ya, count your words before you speak.Next, there is a scuffle that comes from behind, and a terrifying voice mumbles something that sounds like, "Drop your fucking guns."Well, that ain't happening today.In an inch of a second, I spin on my heels and face the fuck that has now got his gun in my face. Does he now truly think that he is intimidating me? I guess we are about to have a little show-off,But wait…"What the fuck?" My jaw drops to the floor as I stare at the man that I am laying my eyes upon. "Matthews, what the fuc