“He winced as his bruised knuckles brushed against the bottle when he reached for another before hesitating. Looking down at the damage to his hands, inflicted from his fists colliding with Gio’s body a few times, brought a moment of clarity. He wasn’t going to find an answer to this at the bottom of a bottle of whiskey. Was there even an answer to find? She was planning to leave him. Anger spiked all over again at the thought, along with a strong dose of panic. She couldn’t do that. She jus...t couldn’t. Didn’t Lauren understand she was his whole world? None of this would mean anything without her. “So, your solution was to lock her in her damn room instead of telling her that.” He uttered the words aloud, and they were rich with self-mockery. With precise motions, he set down the crystal tumbler before he gave in to the urge to hurl it across the room and smash it on the fireplace. It would do no good, and it certainly wouldn’t help him let go of the anger and the fear pulsing in him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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