by Izzy Sweet
“Yes, boss,” the second shadow answers and I don’t even hear him as he walks out. I only know he’s gone by the sound of the closing door.
A moment later there’s some muffled arguing coming from the hallway then all goes quiet.
The seconds tick by. My panting slows as I catch my breath.
All at once I am suddenly aware that I’m alone with this strange man.
The air thickens.
Slowly, I lift my head and peer up at him. He’s looking down at me so intensely I gasp.
My gasp seems to amuse him, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.
I stare at him in disbelief, my mind racing a mile a minute, trying to process everything that just happened. My mouth feels dry and my stomach is twisted. I want to believe this is a nightmare, that I’m still sleeping in my bed.
My husband didn’t just trade me and our children away to save his own neck. He couldn’t… He wouldn’t…
Yet the fingers tightening around my arms remind me that he did.
I can’t let this happen. I can’t accept this. I have to protect my children. He cannot have them! I won’t let him hurt them.
Gathering up every ounce of courage I have inside me, I lift my chin and say, “You can’t have us. We’re not objects you can own or trade away at whim. I am a person, a person with rights, and I will not stand for this!”
Lucifer’s eyes twinkle at me and it’s so condescending I just want to spit in his face.
My anger only seems to amuse him even more. Head tipping back, he chuckles with mirth and just as I start to struggle again, he lifts me up.
It only takes him two long strides and then he throws me.
I go flying through the air and land on my bed with a grunt.
He’s not far behind me, and quickly I get to my hands and knees, scooting back as he approaches.
Long, strong fingers going to the bottom of his suit jacket, he begins to unbutton it as he asks me, “Who’s going to stop me?”
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