aw with rage. His fingers dug into my jaw, his eyes blazi
ed, his voice low, venomous. "Can' t you see what I' m trying to do?
into the mattress beside
e a punctured balloon. He rolled onto his side, facing a
e echoing in the bedroom, mocking the eerie
cing a path down his temple. It must have been
t ringing, ag
t the phone he' d knocked off
d, then pi
I said, my voice flat. We
ity. "Give me the phone," he
one, he gripped my wri
the speaker. "Hunter, baby, did you forget you were m
, my face burning
rely a whisper. "You don' t want to m
, without a word, he began to change h
n me. "Aubrie is my woman now," he said, his voic
u really think you were more important than her? Rememb
/0/78074/coverorgin.jpg?v=33be47cb9bf2e9ee13aab96be12d99d2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/108041/coverorgin.jpg?v=796d1c061769984a48acf4564586a572&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/110344/coverorgin.jpg?v=ee9edc19532d5cad4529d092169ad91d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/105550/coverorgin.jpg?v=90956414cd443ea51be6b5cbaa1290a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/62446/coverorgin.jpg?v=38761145c8767e855c4e9668ff55049b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/106649/coverorgin.jpg?v=b55ff3a1bf4d7bb198689613bf191b01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/102430/coverbig.jpg?v=788d741e80ae91302203032f560a9cb2&imageMogr2/format/webp)