Page 17 of Saving Grace

“After all he’s done to you, you’re going to fucking protect him.” he roared, slamming his gun against his chest.

I quickly shook my head no. “Just because I’m done with this marriage doesn’t mean I want to see him dead.”

Atticus stared into my eyes for a long minute. I let my guard down and let him see the old me, the one who wouldn’t dare lie to him.

“Ok,” he unfurled his body from the floor standing to his full height, he took a step away from Marcus. He shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head.

“You say you’re done with him? Okay fine, but I’m letting you know a bullet to his head will be a lot less messier than the hell he’s going to cause you. You should let me kill him and save you some trouble.”

I sighed. “That’s fine, I still don’t want him dead because of me.” I’d survived worse in my life than an angry husband and still came out on the other side a survivor.

Atticus still looked as if he was thinking about shooting him. Seconds that felt like hours passed before he took another step away from Marcus, who whimpered and laid his head against the floor. He looked exhausted, ready to fall asleep.

Atticus lowered the gun and took another step back, he turned and laid it on his desk before taking a seat. He stared at Marcus in disgust before turning a sinful gaze on me.

Marcus groaned and opened his eyes, he started pushing himself up from the floor.

“Stay your ass right the fuck where you are.” Atticus gritted between his teeth without looking at him.

Immediately Marcus stopped moving.

“Show him you’re done with him Grace.”

I cringed at the use of my real name, yet again. My gaze fell to Marcus, his chin lolled against his chest. Had he heard?

I doubt it, he was too fucked up on whatever drugs he’d taken and fear.

I asked Atticus, “How do you expect me to show him I’m done with him?” Whatever he said I just knew it would cause more trouble than I needed.

“Come here, I’ll show you.” he said in a tone that left no option for me to say no.

I couldn’t bring my body to move. I needed answers.“Tell me how first.”

“Grace!” My name sounded off like a warning.

I shifted nervously on my feet and clenched my hands together to keep them from shaking.

He pushed up from his seat, the muscles in his hands and arms straining. He looked as if he was going to get up and make me do whatever he had in mind and for the first time in my life I feared Atticus. I really didn’t know him, not the new him. Did I want to find out what he was capable of at that moment, while he was angry?

No.

“Okay,” I threw my hands up.

He sat back down.

Succumbing to my fear of what he might do if I didn’t listen, I made my way over to his desk. He scooted his chair back, leaving space between it and the desk, “Right here,” he spread his legs and indicated for me to step between them.

My hands shook. I was so afraid of what he was about to do or make me do but I followed directions. I came to stand in front of him. The smell of him combined with his musky cologne invaded me, making my senses go haywire. My breathing accelerated.

Somehow his hand found its way up my dress, coming to rest on the inside of my thigh, he caressed the flesh there until my body was electrified..

“Wh- what are you doing?” I squeaked.

He gave me a winning smile, flashing me all thirty of his perfect teeth. A look that was filled with conniving and sin. My anxiety multiplied sending my heart into overdrive. What in the hell was he about to do?

“We’re about to make it clear to your husband that you’re no longer his, never were.” Before I could ask him how, his hand slid further up my skirt, his nails scraping against my skin, coming to rest right next to my pussy.

I stumbled backwards, which resulted in my ass hitting his desk. Atticus wrapped his arm around my waist holding me in place.