So every time she’d cleaned her contacts, she’d dosed herself again. When she’d lost the bottle in the fire and had purchased a new untainted bottle, she’d finally been able and change. In the meantime, Leo’s interference had nearly killed her. Hellhounds, how she hated this man.
“Now it’s your turn to talk.” His voice turned serious. “I’ve heard you took another lover.”
From past experience, she knew if she argued, or even spoke, his punishment would be even more harsh.
When she didn’t respond, he moved closer still. Close enough that his breath tickled her cheek, close enough for him to change and rip out her throat, if he wanted.
“He’s on his way here. I’ll let you watch me kill him for daring to touch you. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”
Pain knifed through her. Despite that, she lifted her chin and met his gaze, her own unflinching. The depths of the fury simmering in his eyes told her he meant his words.
Of course he did. Leo Licciardoni always killed when he said he would. He believed that alone made him a man of his word, despite his many other lies.
He turned to go, pausing to let his gaze roam over her in such an intimate way he made her shudder.
“By the way,” he said, his tone indifferent. “I got rid of your parents, too. Their car crash? Me. The ensuing fire? Yep, you guessed it. Once they were gone, you had nowhere left to turn, now did you?”
Flabbergasted, her shock turned to rage. “If you’d told me that when we were married, I would have found a way to kill you, even if I had to kill myself to do it.”
The bastard laughed. “I should have told you. It would have been fun to let you try.” Shoving a gag in her mouth, he tied it tightly and left, closing the door behind him.
Though tears prickled at her eyes, she refused to cry. No way would she give Leo the satisfaction. He’d killed her parents. How she despised him. And now Colton’s life was in danger because of her.
She had to figure out a way to save him.
