Chapter 32. I'll Do Anything You Want

“You cannot do this.” My horror turned to rage in an instant. “This is not Keith. I’ll not just sit and watch you do this to him.”

“This is all your fault, Wifey,” Dean said, nodding at his guard who came forward with a thick leather briefcase. “You dragged him into this.”

“You must be sick if you think I will let you hurt him.” I began to run towards Harper, who had now been gagged.

But two of Dean’s guards grabbed my arms and pushed me back. My eyes widened.

“Did you just touch me?” I yelled, thinking how foolish I was not to have maintained the employment of at least two of the Auclair bodyguards.

“Strap her up,” Dean said, as he unlocked the briefcase and flipped the lid. 

My eyes fell on the content as his men dragged me back toward a chair at the other end of the room, and I paled.

“You are a monster!” I screamed, struggling as the guards tried to make me sit still on the chair. “Leave Harper alone.”

Dean’s eyes roamed around the r