Page 20 of Saving Grace

I put my gun down on my desk, shoved my dick back in my boxers, zipped my pants and turned my attention to the bathroom door. Grace had been in there for about five minutes. I walked over and knocked; she didn’t respond. I decided to give her a minute more. Everything that had happened so far had to be overwhelming to her. I sat down in the chair and thought about what had just happened on my desk. Being inside Grace had been like heaven, but it would cause a whole lot of trouble, not just with her husband. I had a new life and Grace didn’t fit in it. And that was where the problem lies. I wasn’t giving her up now that I’d found her again and she wouldn’t want to stay when she found out about my predicament.

My phone rang interrupting my thoughts, I checked the caller id and sighed before answering.

“Grandfather.”

“Roman, son. Are you still arriving at eight?” I swallowed my annoyance before answering him.

“Yes, this is the third time you’ve asked me today.”

He chuckled. “Honestly. I am afraid you’ll run away. See you then,” he said before hanging up the phone.

If only he knew how close to the truth he was.

I looked down at my watch. I had three hours. I needed to get Grace situated, get myself dressed and drive an hour away to my grandfather’s house, and I couldn’t be late. Grandfather hated tardiness.

Getting up I walked back over to the bathroom door and knocked again. Still no answer. I went to my desk and retrieved the key.

I opened the door and was met with a hand across the cheek. It caught me off guard. I couldn't help but react. My hand wrapped around her throat. I regretted it immediately. Before I could let her go she hit me again, this time with a closed fist. I stumbled back.

Fuck!That hurt like hell and I hoped it wouldn’t leave my face swollen or bruised, I didn't want to explain why to my grandfather.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she declared before pushing past me.

I stepped into the bathroom to check my face in the mirror. No visible signs of assault.

She was picking up her purse and the things that had fallen out of it from the floor when I walked out.

“We need to talk, Grace,”

“Where is my husband?” was her response. Then she shook her head, “Never mind, I don’t even want to know and I don’t want to fucking talk. Just let me go so I can get the fuck away from you.”

She started towards the door

I rushed to grab her.

She snatched away. “I said, let me go!”

“No.”

She swung her hand towards my face again, I was expecting it this time. I grabbed her. She struggled against me, but I was too strong for her to do much. I got her so her back was pressed against my chest and wrapped her in a bear hug..

“You don’t have to talk, just fucking listen if you want me to let you leave.”

She went still in my arms.

“Talk." She snapped.

“I can't let you leave on your own, Grace. You don’t know anything about who your husband really is and how dangerous he can be if he wants to be.”

She scoffed. “Fuck him and fuck you. I’m leaving. Neither one of you sick fucks will see me again.”

I turned and put myself between her and the door before letting her go.

She immediately swung around and grabbed for the doorknob.

I swatted her hand away.

“Move,” she swung her purse, hitting me. She immediately went to swing again.