Page 27 of Dead Bled Ringer

He reached down and put a hand on Henry’s collar, dragged his brother off me.

I hadn’t realized before how much stronger Hunter was. . .

“Come onnnn,” Henry said, pulling at the hem of my pants. “I swear I won’t cheat again. Iswearit, Angelise. No more fucking randoms. I’ll be a model husband. I’ll give you everything. You want a summer house in Switzerland? Need a bigger diamond ring, baby?”

“I’ve already heard that,” I said, yanking my foot away. “From your goddamn brother! You’re sooo sorry that you had to send your own goddamn brother to apologize in your place.”

“I didn’t send him,” Henry bit out. “He did that on his own.”

I scoffed. “I know that’s a lie.”

“All right, well, I thought he’d do a better job at apologizing. He’s better at words than me.”

“How aboutthesewords? You sent him to apologize and I let him eat me out and told him I’d never forgive you. Is that the outcome you wanted?”

Henry’s face sagged.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry I did that. My brother came up to me and--beggedme to let him fuck you. I—I was frightened of him, so I did it.”

“Bullshit,” Hunter said coldly.

He had his arms crossed and was glaring at his twin.

I should be fuckingterrifiedof the way Hunter was standing right over the dead man he had just strangled in front of me, his fists clenched like he was going to punch Henry if he moved toward me again.

I’d never seen my husband looking like this. There were big sweat marks under his pits and his face looked sweaty and greasy. He kept darting his eyes back and forth. Like he was looking for help.

“What are you looking for?” I snapped.

He didn’t answer.

“You know I would never hurt you,” Henry wheedled.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I cried.

He stank like old whiskey as he lurched toward me.

“Inever touched you!” Henry said loudly. “I was upstairs the whole time.”

“The outside security cameras were turned off,” Hunter said, stepping toward Henry and gripping him by the collar. “Fucking strange coincidence isn’t it, that they’re out on the very night an intruder came in to kill Angel?”

“I had nothing to do with that,” Henry babbled. “Why would I want to kill my own wife?”

My heart contracted as I stared at the outside camera.

It was turned down to the ground, which meant it wouldn’t have picked up anything that had just happened. And if I could just remember where I’d seen the would-be murderer. . .it seemed like it must have been around Henry’s office. . .

“Your ownwife?” Hunter growled. “You’ve lost the privilege of having a wife.”

Then with two hard hands around my waist, he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder easily.

“You’recoming with me.”

Chapter Seven

ANGEL

To my shock, my husband fell to his knees on the ground and began clutching at the hem of Hunter’s pants.