"I need to speak with him, Dad." Desperation had slept in. He had to see Cristian in person. He was confident that if he could only talk to him, look him in the eyes, and touch him, he would've been able to convince him to go with him. Just get him out of here—and f**k everyone who won't agree on it. Maybe it was wicked, but if it spared Cristian from the pressure and nonsense that had been Nico's downfall... Then f**k with the rest of them. Isaac couldn't care less. Cristian would not be a victim of Nico's misfortune, even if it cost rejecting his father and everyone else.
"Isaac," Faustino whispered, his lips pressed together. "You can't simply walk right in."
“Why?” Isaac inquired firmly. "How come I can't?" he asked, confusion was visible on his handsome face. "They'll have his hea
