His Forbidden Goddaughter
The fūcker asked me, forcing me to hold back from slitting his throat.
I ignored them all, walking right out of the room. I needed to break something, fūck someone, or kill someone to get this anger out. I walked right to my Maserati. I was about to open the door when Isa and Francisco called out for me.
“Are you leaving so soon?” Francisco asked as he approached me.
“Yeah. Isn’t that what it looks like?” I retorted, making him chuckle.
“The older you get, the crankier you become.” He said, making Isa giggle.