I am Cross Malcolm.
And I get. What’s. Mine.

Cattle are simple.
You take care of them; they take care of you.

Women, not so much.

They’re fickle, stubborn and emotional.
They’re time consuming and unapologetic.

And yet, I can’t live without her.

She’s passion and sin.
Heartache and innocence.

Isabella Sharp is every man’s weakness.
She’ll bring me to my knees.
And in return I’ll worship her with my dying breath.

I am Cross Malcolm

After the secrets and through the lies…
Past the darkness and into the light…

I get what’s mine.