“Where have you been, Sara?” Menace laced his tone.
“How did you find me?” I swallowed, trying not to show fear. He wouldn’t do anything crazy on a busy street would he?
“I’ve been calling you. I finally found a professor who said you were here doing an internship. You didn’t ask me if you could do that.”
I worked to pull my arm from his grip. “We’re done, Glenn. We’ve been done for a while. I told you that.”
His eyes turned hard and dark. “You don’t get to break up with me.” He readjusted and tightened his grip. “You’re mine. I’m taking you home.” He started to pull me as he headed back up the street.
“Let go, Glenn, I’m not going with you.” I pulled my arm back, but his grip was too tight.
“You don’t have a say, Sara. I thought you understood all that.” He stopped, but kept his hand squeezing my arm. “You’re mine, remember? We’re going to get married. Have babies. We have plans. You don’t get to change them. Not without my permission.”
Fear and anger mixed. Why hadn’t I listened to my inner warning when I met him that something wasn’t right. Glenn was possessive and controlling. I was in New York to get away from all that. For a moment last weekend, I’d wondered if I signed up for it again when Chase started telling me what I could and couldn’t wear. I remembered closing down emotionally as I wept on the inside that I made the same mistake I’d made with Glenn.
But Chase wasn’t like Glenn. He wasn’t controlling. He allowed me to express myself without fear of being demeaned or hurt. Sure, he had expectations, but so far, they weren’t unreasonable. He was right, I should look like I fit with him in how I dressed.
“I’m not yours Glenn.” I tried again to get away.
He leaned forward, his face red with anger. He gripped my other arm and with both hands shook me until my teeth rattled. “You fucking stop saying that. You’re mine and I’m taking you home. We’ll get married this weekend and then I’m going to fuck your virginity away until you can’t walk.”
I could only stare at him. He’d been hurtful with his words before, but I’d never heard such vulgarity spewing from him.
“Now come on.” He yanked my arm and started dragging me up the street.
“Let her go.” A deep voice said coming up from behind us.
“Stay out of it, buddy,” Glenn said continuing to pull me up the street. That is until a man who looked a lot like Chase, came around us, shoving his palm into Glenn’s chest.
“Hey, this is a private matter,” Glenn said.
“Molesting a Raven Industries intern is not a private matter. Let her go and I won’t break your arm.”
I recognized the man as Hunter, Chase’s brother who initially Chase had wanted to keep me away from. Right now, I was deliriously happy that he was there.
“She’s nothing to you. You can get another intern.”
Hunter gripped Glenn’s wrist and twisted until Glenn released my arm. “Get the hell out of the city and don’t come back.”
Glenn sneered at him. “You think you’re such a big guy because of your money.”
Hunter leaned forward, nearly nose to nose with Glenn. I saw fear flash in Glenn’s eyes.
“No, I think I’m such a big guy because I’m a former Marine. I can wipe the floor with fuckheads like you with one hand. Now get the fuck out the city before I toss you out.”
“This isn’t over, Sara,” Glenn said as he backed away from Hunter.
“It is unless you want to be dead,” Hunter said.
Glenn walked away, but when he looked back, I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t going to let Hunter scare him off. Not in the long run, at least. He might have lost the battle, but I worried he’d be back.
I rubbed my arm as I watched Glenn retreat, hoping against hope he’d heed Hunter’s warning, while wondering if and when he’d show up again.
“Thank you,” I said to Hunter.
“Who the fuck is that?”
I shrugged. “It’s not important.”
“The hell it isn’t.” He glared down on me. “You can’t let people treat you like that.”
“Sometimes you can’t stop them.”
“He shows up again, you call me. I’ll stop him.”
I had no doubt of that.
Hunter frowned. “Chase have you back here on a new project?”
Huh? “Ah, yeah.” I guess that answered the question about what Chase had told his family about my absence. I supposed it wasn’t a lie. I was working on a new project. Project give Chase a wife and baby so he can inherit the company.
“Come on,” Hunter said, putting a hand on my back to lead me into the Rookery Building. For a marine with giant hands, he was remarkably gentle as he walked with me to the elevator.