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Candi rushed to the front door. She rested her hand on the knob and gave in to temptation. She glanced around at Dallas’s home, memorizing it.
Even though he was a tough-as-nails former Marine and cop, he had created something she had yearned for.
A home.
Blowing out a deep breath, she opened the door and froze in place.
The blood in her veins chilled.
“Hello, wife.”
Lamont stood before her. He appeared to be larger than the last time she’d seen him. His prison muscles were highlighted by his close-fitting shirt and jeans. He appeared fresh from the barbershop with his beard and hair lined perfectly. His dark-mocha skin was flawless and had always drawn the women in.
Herself included, back in the past.
“Lamont,” she breathed.
His gaze dropped down to her bags before flickering back up to her. “Going somewhere?”
Candi moved to slam the door shut, but Lamont pushed it open with little effort.
She turned on her heel to run but was snatched back by Lamont’s strong grip. He slammed her against the wall and pressed his body close to hers.
“Please, let me go,” she whimpered.
He snarled, his hand settling on her neck, and leaned in close to her. His obscure eyes were menacing and full of rage. “I told you that piece of paper meant nothing to me. You are my wife.”
He tightened his grip on her, making it hard for her to breathe.
“Lamont,” she wheezed, clawing at his hand with hers.
“Imagine my surprise when my man tells me that you’ve spread your fucking legs for another man. A fucking cop,” he growled. Pulling her from the wall, he held her by her neck and forced her to walk toward the front door. “You, my dear wife, will pay for all of your deceit.”
Chapter Thirteen
Dallas stood inside his house with blind rage clamoring to get out.
He’d been gone not even an hour before a call had come in at the station of a woman being kidnapped against her will.
The pit of his stomach dropped out when the address was revealed to be his.
Cops swarmed his quiet neighborhood. His neighbor, Agnes, the nosy old woman who lived across the street, was currently speaking with detectives.
He had yet to move from the foyer. On the floor was evidence that was marked and flagged for the investigation.
What bothered him the most was the sight of Candi’s duffle bag.
She hadn’t trusted that he would have been able to protect her.
From the signs in front of him, she was going to leave.
He clenched his fist tight.
He’d failed again.
I’m not going anywhere.
Candi’s voice echoed in his mind. Her lips had curved up into a small smile. At the time, he’d noticed the smile hadn’t reached her eyes. He had ignored the warnings and assumed it was her being tired.
