" As soon as I entered the building, I went directly to Trent and bent down so I was closer to his eye level. He finally looked up at me, and his dark eyes were hard as we stared at each other. “If you put those bruises on my future wife’s face”—I growled—“I will pay back every one tenfold.” “I would die before doing that to her.” I saw red. My hands clenched into fists as I yelled, “I’m sure you’ll understand why I don’t fucking believe you! You’ve held her here for over a goddamn month, you worthless piece of shit! If I find out that any of that torture actually happened, you won’t live to see the next day!” Trent kept his eyes on me but didn’t say anything else until after I’d stood and began walking away. “She loves you.” My chest clenched painfully. “You should have reminded yourself of that before you kissed her.” Turning to look at him, I held his gaze as I said, “She’s mine. Do you get that? You can’t have her, and if you touch her again, I won’t be held responsible for my actions. She belongs. To. Me.” When "
― Molly McAdams , Deceiving Lies (Forgiving Lies, #2)