~Victor POV~
By the time I left Isabella’s office, I was more pissed off than before I got there. When Angie told me she was canceling our meeting at Emilio’s, I lost it. No one has ever dared to blatantly disregard an “invitation” of mine. Let’s face it, it wasn’t an invitation, but rather it was an order and normally there are dire repercussions for the asshole who disregards my orders.
I started to grind my teeth as I seethed at the very thought of the arrogance and balls of that woman, never mind the show she held in her office in front of my men. I’m not going to deny it wasn’t hot as hell, and that my d**k didn’t twitch at the mere sight of her, but I can’t have her pointing a gun at me without sending a clear response in return. I floated the idea of shooting her guard right then
