“Give me one good reason why I can’t?”
“You’ll go to jail. People will look for her,” I say, trying to keep myself calm because I know he’ll do it. He’ll kill her for what she said.
“You want to leave, go. Be warned, I’ll fucking come for you, Caydence. I will drag you back to our house kicking and screaming. I’m telling you that if you leave right now, she’s dead before she leaves the gala.” I look to Megan and then back to Devon because I do not doubt in my mind that he isn’t playing right now.
I walk over to Megan’s car and open the door, letting her know I messed up, and I’ll call her later. She nods her head, and I turn back to Devon, who looks pretty fucking pleased with himself.
He stalks toward me and wraps his hand around my throat lightly, pulling me toward him.
“You underestimate my love for you, don’t you, Caydence?”
“What do you mean?”
“That you would listen to someone like her tell lies and think it’s real.”
“How should I know what’s real?” I ask him.
“I told you I loved you. That was fucking real. Every word that comes out of my mouth, every single thing I do for you is real, Caydence!” he growls. I swallow hard, not knowing what to say. She could have been lying.
“You didn’t talk to her?” he shakes his head slowly as he stares at me.
“No.”
“So she lied?”
“Yes.”
“Devon …”
“You doubted me, baby. You were ready to run from me because of some lying whore.”
“Devon, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head.
“Don’t be. It’s pretty clear I haven’t shown you what you mean to me.” Now I panic. What the hell does that mean? I watched him kill a man who hit me with his car. What’s he going to do now?
“Devon, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have listened. I should have just talked to you,” I say quickly, trying to get his mind off whatever it is he’s thinking right now.
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll show you. I’ll make you understand,” he vows before lowering his lips to mine.