ISABELLA'S POV.

“You sick psychopath!” I cursed, slamming the door shut as I alighted from the car; he walked out the other end with a smirk strapped to the sides of his lips.

My eyes trailed off to his sleeves soaked with blood; the bullet meant for me had grazed through his arms, but I couldn't give a flying fuck about it.

“I almost died because of you; you brought me down into your war!” I screamed, seething with rage.

“So?” He questioned. Corking up his eyebrows ...