Page 120 of His Wild Seduction

This sonovabitch was threatening me, diminishing my feelings, telling me how I should think?

I didn’t think so.

“Shut up! Just shut up! I have to think,” he said, grabbing his head, pointing the gun up at my stomach then my chest.

I raised my hands and inched back towards the door, but he was back to aiming at my face.

“I can get you the company if that’s what you want. Just let me go, and I’ll send the paperwork,” I said, trying to placate him.

Empty promises, all of them, but I really didn’t want to die at the hands of a madman.

Not when I finally found my happiness.

“You were such a stupid little girl, and you’re a stupid woman, too. You think I believe you? You think I don’t know, you’re going to run back to him, you fat slut,” he screamed.

“He’s not even here. He’s away on business. I just need to contact the lawyers, they will do what I say.”

“Bullshit. I read about your husband. Aziz is nothing but a thug working for that fucking Volkov gangster. You think I’m a monster, you married the real monster!”

Fuck you, I wanted to say, but I bit my tongue.

You couldn’t argue with crazy. I never realized it before, but Franklin sounded completely insane.

“Just let me go and you’ll have the company back in your power in a few hours,” I repeated.

“You’re lying. This is all your fault. You’re going to tell your husband and he’s going to come after me,” he spat.

Franklin did not look good. He might have faked his prior heart attack, but he was gray and sweating. Whether it was fear or whatever drugs he was on, he looked about three seconds from keeling over.

“You sure he’s out of the country?” Franklin asked, and I nodded.

“Yes, he’s?—”

But the sound of the front door cut off anything I was about to say. Feet pounded down the hallway and someone yelled.

“Meredith!” a familiar voice shouted from outside the house, and I turned my head, relief filling me.

“Josef,” I whispered.

“I knew it! You fucking lying bitch! Well, you won’t get away with it this time,” Franklin growled.

The door to the office flew open just as Franklin squeezed the trigger.

I had one second to react.

One second to say goodbye before I tried to move in front of the speeding bullet aimed at my husband’s heart.

“Josef!”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

JOSEF

“NOOOOOOOO!”

The roar left my body the second I saw what she was about to do.

I had no time.

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