He lowers his arms to his sides and sighs. “Right, and that’s why I left. But this isn’t about me, Sora. It’s about you and your safety. I will not let you stay here when this fucker is stalking you and playing games.”
“And what about Lana? I can’t leave her here by herself.” I move into Logan, his large presence calming me. “Look. I appreciate the concern for me, but I’ll be okay. You’re literally sharing a wall with me.”
“It’s not a concern. It’s a rage. A violent fucking storm. The thought of anyone putting their hands on you again is not something I’m able to handle.”
I stare at him with hooded eyes. “Kiss me.”
Logan’s on me fast. Our bodies pressing to each other and suddenly, nothing else mattered.
Thirty-Four
Logan hasn’t left my side and with my pride finally stripping away, I’m honestly not complaining. This way, Lana wouldn’t be alone and neither would I. But just minutes ago, after a dozen phone calls and texts, Logan had to rush out. The alarm at his garage had been tripped. Which is odd considering Sunlight Creek would be last on the list for burglaries and theft. The burning apprehension on Logan’s face was painfully obvious when he had to leave. With Lana at the studio, he insisted on Crew coming over until he got back.
So, with a glass of wine in my hand, I try to relax. But it’s the reflection of a man in the kitchen window that has me crying out in a vicious scream.
“Hello, darling.”
An out of control, twisting fear slams into me. I drop the glass, causing it to shatter. That voice. The voice of a monster disguising himself as a man rips through the dimmed room.
No.
My cold, clammy hands grip the edge of the kitchen counter behind me all while I stare into the devilish eyes belonging to my husband. But he’ll never be that person for me.Loganis that person for me. And there’s a sense of proof rushing through me as I’d rather die than be with Jason.
“You know…” He runs a hand down his suit pants, straightening any invisible wrinkles. “This behavior of yours is shocking.”
I try to back up when he steps closer, but there’s nowhere to go. “What are you doing here?” Stupid question. I know why he’s here.
He tilts his head. “What do you mean? I came to collect my wife.”
A shaky breath leaves me. “I am not your wife anymore. It’s over.”
A piercing laugh erupts, filling the quiet space. “I’m afraid that’s not how this works, my dear.” His tailored suit fits perfectly as he straightens his tie before placing his hands inside the pockets of his jacket. He looks around in a stoic expression. “This is a disgrace.”
The terror deflates, replaced with a dose of anger. “It’s not a disgrace. It’s my home.”
Another sadistic laugh escapes him. “Your home is with me. At the mansion. Where we will be returning to.” Jason holds out a hand, expecting me to take it and happily walk out of here with him.
Fuck that.
“I am not going anywhere with you. So, you can just get the fuck out.”
My heart skips when he slowly starts prowling toward me. “What is the meaning of this, Sora? Have I not given you everything you could’ve ever wanted? A roof over your head. Designer clothing at your leisure. You needed money, I gave you endless. You wanted to go out, I allowed you to see your girlfriends. I gave you everything.” His voice is not as cool and collective as before. It’s laced with dangerous evil.
“Girlfriends? You mean your colleague’s wives. They werenevermy friends. I didn’t get to have a say who my friends were. And let’s not forgetyourfriendspaying you to try to fuck me.”
He smiles. The prick smiles and anger rams into me. Fear gone. I’m left with pure rage.
“Sora. You’re forgetting one important detail. That was all part of the deal when your low life stepfather sold you. I have a say in everything that involves you. Who you see, where you go, who I allow to fuck you.”
Disgust rolls through my veins. “I must have missed the fine print when I married you. But guess what, you can go fuck yourself because I’d rather be dead than go back with you.” Disdain drips from my tongue, but nothing can prepare me for his reaction.
He lands a quick, hard slap to my cheek. The after burn sets my face on fire. He’s never hit me before. There were other ways he showed his demon side, but never this.
With his face inches from mine, his dark, lifeless eyes bore into me. “You will come back with me because if you don’t, I will burn everyone you care about to the ground. Your friend, Lana. That old hag at the coffee shop.” He rubs his hand through the loose hair over my shoulder, then grips it tight, yanking my head back. “I will destroy them all, including that man you choose to whore yourself off to.”
I try to yank free of his grip, but it’s useless. His body is caging me to the counter, pressing my back into the edges. I want to scream out in pain, but I refuse to show him weakness.
“So. I will tell you again. Youwillcome home with me and tonight, you’re going to sleep in my bed, and fuck me until I say we’re finished like the good wife you’re supposed to be. Do you understand?”
