Paul stared at the couple locked in a seamless display of devotion, his mind involuntarily wandering back to his ex-wife. He had been immensely good to her once, too, before his head was completely turned by Erica Jones.
The glint in Michael's eyes made tremble to his core. Even though he had mentally prepared for retribution from the very moment Erica convinced him to orchestrate the hit, facing Michael in the flesh was a terror he couldn't control. He really should never have been blinded by lust or made such deadly promises in bed.
"Mr. Thorn... I was forced into it!" Paul's voice quavered violently, desperately fishing for any sliver of mercy to save his own skin.
Forced into it?
With a cold expression, Michael stood up from the master seat, his tailored trousers breaking cleanly over expensive black leather shoes as he strode toward Paul.
Standing over him like a demon freshly risen from the abyss, Michael asked in a chilling whisper, "Who forced you?"
