My husband shoved me, shattering the bathroom mirror. His mother sneered, “Clean up this disgusting mess.” But as I fell, my husband roared, “What’s in your pocket?!” The red LED of my federal distress fob pulsed. Denied the third click, I threw myself onto the broken glass, and…

unstoppable force of nature clad in heavy tactical gear, flanked by two armored agents. His face was carved from absolute granite, his service weapon drawn and leveled instantly.

His sharp, tactical gaze swept the room. He saw Thorne cowering in the corner, hands raised high in surrender. And then, his eyes locked onto me, trapped in Vance’s chokehold,continue reading …