Carson squeezed his fists open and closed, felt his biceps straining against his vest, wanted to pummel the bastard into the cold, dank floor, couldn’t stop imagining his skull fractured in a million pieces. He’d never experienced so many violent thoughts as he was when it came to his woman’s safety. He needed to reel himself way back in.
He inhaled deeply, deciding how to handle Elon, who currently had a death grip on Lila. He knew there would be dark bruises where Elon was tightening his filthy hands on her slim body, and that was enough to make him implode, but he had to remain calm, in control, and on task.
He noticed the veins that expanded and throbbed in Elon’s neck, making physical the rage running through the man’s body. He could practically see the gross thoughts the man was having, and when the asshole started to talk, Carson saw red.
Fuck staying on task.
LILA’S EYES burned as more tears formed. She was sure they were leaking out of the blindfold when the yelling outside the office grew louder, closer. Elon was in such a state, he didn’t even seem to hear the commotion, and continued his efforts to pry her mouth open.
Elon was going to shove some random guy’s dirty, more than likely diseased penis in her mouth. She could feel it.
Why? She was still his wife, after all. Did he not value her? But he never did, so why would he start now?
With her face growing wet with salty tears, her jaw aching from trying to keep her mouth sealed, sick to her stomach from smelling the nasty man’s arousal, and her arms straining against the zip tie holding them behind her back, Lila felt Elon’s slap rip across her face at the same moment she heard the door slam open.
Elon yelled, “Open up, you slutty bitch. You’re gonna suck this guy off and he’s going to come all over your moneymaker face. I’ll make fucking millions.”
His tone and words were so much a direct opposite from the man she married, she wasn’t even sure who he was or used to be. The only certainty Lila knew was Elon was an animal, no matter what he said or did.
With a huge cracking noise, the door slammed open, the sound of many heavy footsteps in the building drifting through the doorway.
Lila knew Carson was near even with the blindfold on. She could smell his aftershave and feel the familiar electric current that passed between the two of them whenever they were in proximity. The sad thing was, she didn’t yet know if he was there as friend or foe.
Then he spoke. “You better back the fuck up and keep your hands to yourself. You’re done, Finder. Now, shove that nasty fucker with his even nastier cock hanging out away from Lila.”
At those words, one of the men—Sam Charles?—tried to leave the office, but she heard a different guy grab him, slap handcuffs on him, and read him his rights. Who was that? A partner of Carson’s?
Lila didn’t have time to ponder it because Elon suddenly lifted her by her hair, so quickly she didn’t have time to register the pain. He hoisted her tight against him, his nasty grip squeezing her so tightly she couldn’t breathe, much less speak.
“Did you hear me?” Carson said firmly. “You’re done, Finder. The FBI has enough evidence on you to put you away for a long time, not to mention the huge scandal that’s about to go public in your community. Instead of being revered as a religious and successful man, you’ll be known as the perverted fuck you really are. Now, get your scummy hands off of Lila.”
He was speaking calmly, but there was an authority to Carson’s voice. He wasn’t to be messed with, but Elon didn’t release her, so Lila began to shake. It was obvious Elon was throwing caution to the wind. Either he had no idea who Carson was, or he didn’t care because he was about to lose everything.
“She’s my fucking wife to do what I want with, till death do us part, you asshole,” Elon roared.
“Keep telling yourself that, Finder. She ran as far away from you as she could, and my guess is she’d rather die than be in your arms right now. Lucky for me, she’s not going to die now that I’m here, but you will if you don’t let go right the fuck now!”
A tiny piece of Lila surrendered to the idea of Carson being there to save her. She breathed a silent sigh of relief.
Elon snorted, then yelled, “Fine, no need to point that gun at me. I really couldn’t care less about Lila. She’s nothing, not worth the effort. The bitch couldn’t even have babies for me. I was just going to give her one last chance to make me some money now that she’s a whore.” But he didn’t loosen his grip on her.
Lila shuddered at the thought of a weapon. She didn’t even want to know what kind or what was happening on the other side of the blindfold.