Part 208 (1/2)

people out of here, and I won't have them coming back.”

”Won't you?” he said quietly.

”Doesn't it matter to you? Doesn't it matter at all? This is our

bedroom. Christ, Drew, look at my things. They've been in my closet.”

Enraged, she picked up a heap of silk and linen. ”G.o.d knows what

they've stolen or broken this time, but that's not the worst. I don't

even know those people and they're in my bedroom doing drugs. I won't

have drugs in my house.”

She saw him swing back, but the movement didn't register. The back of

his hand connected hard enough with her face to send her sprawling. She

tasted blood. Dazed, she lifted a hand to her split lip.

”Your house?” He dragged her to her feet. Her s.h.i.+rt tore as he heaved

her away. She landed hard against the bedside table. Her beloved

Tiffany lamp crashed to the floor. ”Spoiled little b.i.t.c.h. It's your

house?”

Too stunned to fight back, she cringed when he advanced on her. The roar

of the music drowned out her scream as he picked her up again and threw

her on the bed.

”Our house. You b.l.o.o.d.y well remember that. It's as much mine as yours.

It's all as much mine as yours. Don't you ever think you can tell me

what to do. Do you think you can humiliate me that way and get away

with it?”

”I wasn't-” She broke off, drawing her shoulders up as he lifted his

hand.

”That's better. I'll let you know when I want to bear you whine. Always

get your way, don't you, Emma? Well, we won't let tonight be any