Release Date: October 2, 2013
Do you see that woman there?
The one with long, wavy blond hair and blue eyes that used to sparkle?
That’s me, Violet Moore.
Do you see those men over there?
One is my husband, Rob.
A man who claimed he loved me, but proved his fist loved me more.
The other is Tucker McCloud, my savior and confidant.
I'm torn between what's right and my own fear.
But not anymore.
I’m taking my life back now.
I will fight back.
I will be happy.
I jump when he snatches the letter from my hands. When I look up, Rob is glaring at me before he throws the paper in the trash. He dumps his bowl in the sink before turning to look at me.
“Are you going to go back to Colorado?” I ask trying to act as if I’m not scared shitless of him.
“Nope, I can’t get off of work. Don’t you worry your little head about it though, it doesn’t concern you,” he says before crossing his arms across his chest. “What I want to know is how you got back to Colorado? Did your mom pay for it?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. I’m not stupid, I know you may think differently but I’m not.
“Didn’t I tell you that you couldn’t go?”
I shake my head. “No, you said you didn’t have any money and then hung up on me. Not once did you say I couldn’t go. I wasn’t going to miss my grandma’s funeral so I asked my mom.”
“I’m pretty sure I said you couldn’t.”
“You didn’t,” I say.
“Whatever, she didn’t love you anyway. I don’t know why you wasted your time or your mom’s money.”
Rage rips through me, and I swear I can only see red as I sneer out, “That’s a fucking lie and you know it.”
He laughs looking off to the side. When he comes off the counter, I take a step back but the way the kitchen is set up, the counter makes a L shape and I am stuck in the corner with nowhere to go. When he reaches for my face, I smack away his hands and I guess that surprises him because he stops, his eyes wide as he glares down at me.
“Did you just hit me?”
“I don’t want you grabbing on to me,” I say, my voice breaking as I look up at him.
“What the fuck is your problem?” he yells, making me jump.
I try to act like he doesn’t faze me, but I know it isn’t working. My hands are up, trying to protect my face and my chest is rapidly rising and falling. Swallowing loudly, I say, “You have to stop hitting me. It isn’t right and I don’t deserve it. People are starting to notice, people are asking questions.”
He glares before saying, “Do I look like I fucking care about the people asking questions or if they notice? You are mine.”
“You don’t own me, Rob,” I whisper, shaking my head.
Why I said that is beyond me. I should have just agreed, walked away but instead I say that. Within second his face is red, his hands are shaking and he towers over me. He smacks away my hands, wraps his fingers around my throat and starts to squeeze. I reach up, trying to pull his hand away but he presses his body against mine, holding one of my hands up as he continues to squeeze. I can’t breathe, my vision is spotty and I know this is it.
He is going to kill me.
Toni Aleo is the author of the Nashville Assassins series: Taking Shots, Trying to Score, Empty Net, and Blue Lines. When not rooting for her beloved Nashville Predators, she’s probably going to her husband’s and son’s hockey games and her daughter’s dance competitions, taking pictures, scrapbooking, or reading the latest romance novel. She lives in the Nashville area with her husband, two children, and a bulldog.
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