ELENA

Ryan stood in front of me, his arm crossing in front to protect me. Sweat drip down my face as I set my eyes on him. They called him’ the pulverizer’. He works for Stephen and had taken me back to him when I had run away in the first week of our marriage.

“I didn’t think I’d have to come and get you again” he sneered, taking his knives into his hands, I hid even more, using Ryan as my shield.

“You’re not getting her” Ryan growled, glaring at him, his teeth gritted ...