Letisha’s POV

I clung to Adrian’s jacket, trying to calm my racing heart as he stalked from the hotel’s entrance with me in his arms. I’ve never been so wary of my husband as I was at that moment, but I’ve also never seen him that angry before.

“Adrian…”

I remained silent. He’d remained silent the entire way down. And that was a greater indication of his anger than his earlier display of violence.

Not for the first time, I regretted ever ...