gripped his keys tighter, letting the anger wash over him. He blamed himself for all of it. If he’d insisted they drive to work together, she’d be safe, at home and in his arms right now. He’d find Aimee, bring her home, and give that bastard what he deserved. No one messed with Kenton’s family, and Aimee had become more to him than just family. He’d fallen in love with her in the short time they’d spent together outside the office.
His heart ached as fear threatened to consume him, clouding his thoughts and making him sick with worry.
Roger won’t get away with whatever he had planned. Kenton would make sure of it. God, he hoped he wasn’t too late.
Chapter Ten
Aimee blinked open her eyes only to squeeze them shut again as sharp pain shot through her skull. She tried to lift her hand, but it was restrained to a bed. Dread sliced through her as she slowly opened her eyes again. This time, she fought back the pain and focused on the room around her.
The bleach white walls and matching celling made her cringe. Her pulse kicked up several beats per minute as she remembered the last time she’d been in this very room. His room. She remembered it so well because she joked with Roger about the clinical feel of the decorating.
She shivered and studied her hands, tied down with rope. Twisting her wrist, she tested how tight the ropes were. Hope sparked in her chest when the binding on her right hands gave a little slack. She jerked against the rope while she continued to twist.
The sound of the door handle froze her in place. A second later, Roger walked in with a grin on his face. “I was afraid you would sleep all night.”
Not responding, she watched him stalk toward the bed. Fear that he’d notice the rope had loosened made her skin itch and her belly churn. One thing Roger didn’t like was to be defied. She’d learned that in their six years of marriage.
He stopped inches from the bed and glared down at her, his lips set in a hard line. After a moment he spoke. “Are you not talking to me, love? Very well, I don’t need you to speak. In fact, I would prefer that you didn’t.”
Her fear shifted to anger as she watched him step to the window, covered with heavy drapes. With his index finger, he lifted the side of the curtain to look out it.
“You disappoint me, Aimee,” he said in a low, irritated tone she knew too well. Too many times she’d heard it right before he “punished” her for something. “You put me in jail and run around with your boss like a whore.”
The anger boiled to the point of rage. In the past five years, she’d gone from a scared, beaten down wife to a strong, independent women. The fear she once had for Roger had changed to anger at herself for not getting out of the marriage sooner. She’d never be that scared, helpless girl anymore.
“I divorced you. I’m free to date whoever I chose and it’s none of your business.”
He turned to her, his eyes narrowing and his own rage surfacing in the hard lines in his face. “Anyone can have papers served to someone incarcerated. You work for a lawyer. How do I know the papers were real?”
Why did she bother? He lived inside his own deranged fantasy world where he reined above all laws. For all she knew, he could be the ruler of that world.
“Let me go and I won’t turn you into the police for breaking parole. You could go live somewhere else.”
He stepped forward, hands fisted by his side. “I don’t want to live without you. You are my wife till death do us part. Or did you forget that part of your vows to me?”
No, she hadn’t forgotten. Actually, that was the part of the vows she thought of since he’d shown up at her house a little over a week ago. Only one way remained to be free from the bastard. One of them had to die. And it wasn’t going to be her.
She forced her body to relax and offered him a small smile. “No, of course I didn’t forget. Untie me, please.”
He studied her as if he
His heart ached as fear threatened to consume him, clouding his thoughts and making him sick with worry.
Roger won’t get away with whatever he had planned. Kenton would make sure of it. God, he hoped he wasn’t too late.
Chapter Ten
Aimee blinked open her eyes only to squeeze them shut again as sharp pain shot through her skull. She tried to lift her hand, but it was restrained to a bed. Dread sliced through her as she slowly opened her eyes again. This time, she fought back the pain and focused on the room around her.
The bleach white walls and matching celling made her cringe. Her pulse kicked up several beats per minute as she remembered the last time she’d been in this very room. His room. She remembered it so well because she joked with Roger about the clinical feel of the decorating.
She shivered and studied her hands, tied down with rope. Twisting her wrist, she tested how tight the ropes were. Hope sparked in her chest when the binding on her right hands gave a little slack. She jerked against the rope while she continued to twist.
The sound of the door handle froze her in place. A second later, Roger walked in with a grin on his face. “I was afraid you would sleep all night.”
Not responding, she watched him stalk toward the bed. Fear that he’d notice the rope had loosened made her skin itch and her belly churn. One thing Roger didn’t like was to be defied. She’d learned that in their six years of marriage.
He stopped inches from the bed and glared down at her, his lips set in a hard line. After a moment he spoke. “Are you not talking to me, love? Very well, I don’t need you to speak. In fact, I would prefer that you didn’t.”
Her fear shifted to anger as she watched him step to the window, covered with heavy drapes. With his index finger, he lifted the side of the curtain to look out it.
“You disappoint me, Aimee,” he said in a low, irritated tone she knew too well. Too many times she’d heard it right before he “punished” her for something. “You put me in jail and run around with your boss like a whore.”
The anger boiled to the point of rage. In the past five years, she’d gone from a scared, beaten down wife to a strong, independent women. The fear she once had for Roger had changed to anger at herself for not getting out of the marriage sooner. She’d never be that scared, helpless girl anymore.
“I divorced you. I’m free to date whoever I chose and it’s none of your business.”
He turned to her, his eyes narrowing and his own rage surfacing in the hard lines in his face. “Anyone can have papers served to someone incarcerated. You work for a lawyer. How do I know the papers were real?”
Why did she bother? He lived inside his own deranged fantasy world where he reined above all laws. For all she knew, he could be the ruler of that world.
“Let me go and I won’t turn you into the police for breaking parole. You could go live somewhere else.”
He stepped forward, hands fisted by his side. “I don’t want to live without you. You are my wife till death do us part. Or did you forget that part of your vows to me?”
No, she hadn’t forgotten. Actually, that was the part of the vows she thought of since he’d shown up at her house a little over a week ago. Only one way remained to be free from the bastard. One of them had to die. And it wasn’t going to be her.
She forced her body to relax and offered him a small smile. “No, of course I didn’t forget. Untie me, please.”
He studied her as if he
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