Page 2 of Dangerous Contract: Part 2

“I mean what I said. This place is safe. For us. And Monique Wilks, you are one of us.”

“My name is Monique Rose. We’re divorced, remember? I have nothing to do with you. As for my dad, I already told him I wanted nothing to do with him either. There is noushere.” Monique’s gaze jerked to her father. “Why am I here, pastor Rose?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Her father’s voice was like ice. His disappointment in her was written all over his face and highlighted by the way he twisted his lips when he talked to her. “We want you to understand the consequences of your actions.”

“My actions?” she scoffed.

“Yeah, your actions. Have you lost your hearing along with your common sense?” her dad asked.

This bastard!

“You didn’t bring me here for the consequences of my actions. Let’s just call this what it is. You kidnapped me!” Monique spat, her fear now replaced by a burning anger.

“Kidnapped is such a strong word,” Trevor drawled. “I prefer to think of it as... a family reunion.”

She looked between the two men, trying to decipher their twisted motives and find a way out of this nightmare. Tied up, with no idea where she was, Monique couldn’t think of even one way out of this.

“Let me go,” she whispered, her voice cracking on the last word. “Please, just let me go.”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Trevor replied, his smile widening. “There’s no escaping us this time.”

“This time? I never escaped. You left me.”

Trevor sighed. “You’re right. I left. I was... momentarily crazy, blinded by lust. But I’m back now.”

“Back? I don’t want you back, Trevor.”

There was a tick in his jaw. “Why? Because you’ve got someone else?” Trevor asked. “You don’t want me now because you got Orazio Cattaneo, is that it?”

How did he know about Orazio?“No. That’s not why I don’t want you. I don’t want you because you disgust me.”

“That’s your husband you’re talking to!” her father yelled.

“My husband? He divorced me. He’s not my husband,” Monique retorted, her voice growing stronger despite the circumstances. “He’s a stranger to me now.”

Trevor’s gaze darkened as he walked around her chair. Not having her eyes on him was almost as bad as having her eyes on him. What was he up to behind her? His fingers drummed lightly on the back of the chair.

She hated the way she jolted at the first tap. Monique swallowed, wondering what he was about to do next. She relaxed a little when she heard his footsteps rounding the other side of the chair.

“You really think you can just move on from me?” he sneered as he moved to stand in front of her again. “We divorced when I was ready. And we’ll be together again when I’m ready.”

“We’ll never be together again, Trevor.”

His chuckle held no mirth. “Do you know what I’m capable of, cupcake?”

Monique held his gaze. His anger was burning a hole through his smug facade. His crazy was starting to show. Monique needed to be careful. But there was so much she wanted to say to this man. So much she needed to get off her chest.

“I know exactly what you’re capable of, Trevor. And I’m not that scared, broken woman you were married to anymore.”

“You’re whatever I tell you to be,” Trevor yelled, getting into her face.

She couldn’t deny the fear his sudden closeness brought her. Monique swallowed back her words. She was in no position to fight back if he hit her. He peered into her eyes, nose inches from hers. She didn’t look away.

Yeah, she was scared, but she’d try her best not to let it show. He’d never see fear in her eyes again. She wasn’t lying when she’d said she wasn’t the same woman he’d been married to. Her father’s voice broke through the tense standoff.

“Enough of this back and forth. Trevor, step back and calm down. Come on, step back, son.”

Son?Monique bit her tongue until she tasted blood. That was the only way she could keep quiet. Practically foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, Trevor continued glaring at her. Seriously, why had she married this man?

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