Page 161 of Receiving His Mercy
He was still gorgeous. But it was a cold, evil beauty. And any attraction she’d once felt for him had disappeared. He wore black pants and a white shirt that was half open to display his chest.
Every inch of him was carefully plucked and primped. He spent more time on his hair than she did. Of course, she could probably stand to spend a bit more time on her hair.
He stopped in front of the sofa, but he didn’t bother to look at Tyler. No, his gaze was entirely on her. And she felt an icy chill go down her spine.
“Aadan,” she said quietly. “Long time no see.”
“Yes, and whose fault is that?” he purred. “You left me.”
She gave him a puzzled look. “Your men took me to the airport.”
He grew very still and she gulped.
Oh hell.
That was not a happy look.
“What?” he whispered. “I was told that you ran.”
“I mean . . . well . . . I . . .”
She would have run if she could have. And what did she say now? She’d thought that he had let her go and now it seemed that he hadn’t?
Oh, things were so much worse than she’d thought.
He strode toward her.
Run, Caren!
But she couldn’t. Tyler was here. And then suddenly Aadan was looming over her, his hand around her throat in a clearly threatening manner.
This was bad, bad, bad.
A sense of déjà vu hit her hard.
“Who let you leave? Tell me,” Aadan demanded.
“I don’t . . . I don’t know!” she cried, trembling with fear.
“Tell me!” he roared.
She tried to back away but there was nowhere to go and her voice was gone. Even if she wanted to tell him, she was too fucking terrified to speak.
“Get the fuck off her!” Tyler yelled.
Suddenly, Aadan was dragged off her and Tyler had him pinned to the floor. Doors opened and men rushed in.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
They would kill Tyler! Before they could do anything, she leaped onto Tyler’s back in an effort to keep him safe.
“Do not hurt him!” she screamed as a foot kicked her hard in the side. Excruciating pain engulfed her she felt another boot slam into her thigh.
This was like nothing she’d experienced in her life. Emotional manipulation? Mental abuse? Heck, yes.
Physical pain?
Yeah, but not like this.
