I gasp. “I’m not some gold-digger! I work for my own money and I make my own way in life. I don’t need a husband. I don’t need you or anyone else taking care of me.”
His head tilts to one side, assessing me. “Good. Because I won’t be your husband. This deal isn’t the two of us playing House. I’m going to put up with you as long as I have to until I figure out who is coming after my family. Then you’ll be gone and we’ll both be free.”
“I won’t stay here if you think you get to control my entire life. I’m not your little whore.”
He’s in front of me before I even realized he moved. His chest is pressed to mine, and he’s looking down his nose at me, rage rolling off of him in hot, violent waves. “You agreed to the job and you'll do it. You'll do it if I have to drag you back here screaming
