Alan
The roar in my ears was deafening, a cacophony of white noise and primal rage that drowned out the rational man I had spent forty years constructing.
Every time I closed my eyes, the image flashed behind my lids like a brand: Joel’s hands on her, his fingers hooked into her lace, his mouth devouring her skin like some hungry beast.
I didn't lead her to the study; I hauled her.
My grip on her wrist was iron, a physical tether to prevent my own world from spinning off its axis.
I could feel the heat radiating off her, the scent of the club and the cheap musk of another man clinging to her like a shroud.
It made me want to burn the world down.
I shoved her into the room, the heavy oak door slamming shut with a finality that echoed through the silent manor.
I turned the deadb
