What the fuck happened? Who the hell was she with? I haven’t spoken to her in two days. How long had she been there and how did she get there? I didn’t see her car anywhere.
“Almost there,” Ryat announces from the driver seat while taking a curve so fast, I feel the rear end fishtail, jerking us around.
“I’m sorry.” I rock her back and forth as if that will bring her back to life. I never meant for this to happen to her. I’m her Lord. I’m supposed to take care of her. They promised us protection. They failed us.
“Ty … don’t—”
I tune him out. “It’s my fault.” I pull her lifeless body into me, her arm falls to the side and lands on my thigh. Lowering my face to her neck, not giving a fuck if I get her blood on me. I’ve done my fair share of killing people to know that she’s fucking gone. Whoever did this to her wanted her dead.
I stand in the shower,my hands on the wall as I watch the blood disappear down the drain. The man in my basement got to me. His words about my wife dying in my arms just like Whitney.
I’ve spent every second of every day over the last ten days trying to find out who stabbed my wife. Yesterday, the guys finally got a hit. The man I stabbed in the basement the night the fight broke out had finally felt safe enough to make a move and contact a friend. The guys brought him in tonight.
Someone wants my wife. I thought that maybe she was stabbed by accident. But everything holds some kind of significance. The question is, do they want her alive or dead?
It could be her father or Collin. One of thoseif I can’t have her, you can’t eithertype of situations. Or it could have nothing to do with her and everything to do with me.
Ryat told me this could happen. That her father could come after her to get to me.But why?He would only do that if I loved her. If he truly thought that taking her from me would hurt me.
I married her for a reason, and it wasn’t to fall in love with her. It was for revenge.
Right.
I turn off the water and step out of the shower. Drying off, I wrap the towel around my hips and step out of the bathroom and come to a stop. Lake stands in the bedroom.
She hasn’t spoken to me much in the last ten days. She’s avoided me, and I’ve allowed it. Mainly because I felt bad. I’m a man, and I failed her. I might have forced her to marry me, but I’m still her husband. No man likes to fail. Especially me.
“Lake—”
“You gave me one table,” she growls, interrupting me.
“You’re still in recovery.” Gavin gave her the clear, and I wanted to break his fucking neck. She’s not ready.
“I’m fine.” She rolls her eyes. “Next thing, you’ll be saying that I should quit.”
I just stare at her.
“Tyson.” She steps toward me. “You can’t be serious.”
I reach out, cup her face, and her eyes soften, leaning into it. “It’s not safe. Not right now.”
She pulls away, and my hand drops to my side. “So you’re saying you care if I live or die?”
“Of course, I fucking care.” My eyes narrow on her.
“Since when?” She gives a rough laugh.
I ignore that question. “You’re fired. And that’s that.” Walking past her, I go over to the dresser and open it to grab a pair of boxer briefs.
“So you force me to work here dressed like a whore, then you fire me?”
I look up at her in the mirror, and she’s glaring at me, hands on her hips.
“What am I supposed to do, Tyson?” she demands. “Just sit up here and wait for you to speak to me? Huh? Only see you when you want to fuck me?”
“No,” I growl.
“Then what the fuck am I supposed to do with my life?” she shouts.
