Lorenzo by Sadie Kincaid EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Sadie Kincaid
- Language: English
- Genre: Romantic Suspense
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MIA
TWO YEARS LATER
My husband towers over me, his lips twisted into a cruel sneer as he
threads his belt through his the loops of his trousers. I rest my
throbbing head against the kitchen cupboard and blink away the
trickle of blood dripping into my eye, too afraid to swat it away in case he
sees the motion as a pathetic attempt at retaliation. I’ve learned that the best
way to handle him when he’s like this is to remain as small and as still as
possible. Let him think he’s won.
“And I want you and this entire goddamn house cleaned by the time I
finish my shift tonight,” he says, his bared teeth making him look like a
diseased weasel. To compare my husband to a dog would be far too kind;
dogs are loyal and protective and sweet. He fastens his belt, the metal
buckle clattering loudly. “I ain’t fucking you in that state.”
My faint nod is met with an arrogant snort, and he glances over my
almost-naked body, surveying his handiwork. With a final curl of his lip, he
turns around, grabs his gun, and strides out of the kitchen—transforming
into Sergeant Mulcahy, upstanding and decorated officer of the Boston PD.
As soon as the door closes, I force myself to sit up and run my tongue
around the inside of my mouth. The metallic tang of blood seeps into my
tastebuds, but at least I didn’t lose any teeth this time. I glance at the broken
breakfast dishes littering the ground around me. Coffee and cereal are
splattered all over the cabinets and the new cream floor tile we picked out
together a few weeks ago.
It will take hours to clean the kitchen to meet Brad’s exacting standards.
Getting my feet underneath me, I wince at the throbbing ache in my head,
ribs, and thighs. When I feel steady enough to move, I stumble out of the
kitchen and into the downstairs bathroom. With the light on, my gaze is
drawn straight to the mirror over the sink, but there’s no need to prepare
myself for the sight that greets me. How sad is that? I can’t remember the
last time I looked in a mirror after one of Brad’s outbursts and felt shocked
or surprised by what he’d done to me. Sad and hurt—that still gets me every
time—but not surprised.
I run the water and grab a washcloth, soaking it before placing it over
my right eye. Then I repeat the process I’ve done so many times that I don’t
even have to think about it anymore. My muscles move of their own
volition, like a machine.
I always clean my face before getting into the shower to survey the rest
of the damage and to clean his cum from between my thighs. Bruises on my
body I can hide, but bruises on my face require more care.
Not that I care as much about that today. Sergeant Mulcahy does
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