Finished, Angela ignored her racing pulse as she closed herself back inside the tepid Blazer with him and laid down, Dog still outside. She slid carefully against his back, covering up, and closed her eyes as the horror of the day washed over her.
The constant voice of fear was whispering that she would pay dearly for breaking Kenny's rules, that it wasn't just her life in danger. She wasn't allowed to talk to another man, let alone crawl into bed with one. The past rose up to assault her weary mind, thoughts of being separated from her children flashing, and she let herself cry a little against his warm comfort. What was she going to do? She was chained to one man but loved another.
Marc had woken the second she'd gotten back out of the Blazer and her pain was something he couldn't ignore. He slowly rolled over and wrapped his arms around her.
"It'll be okay, Honey," he whispered, and she hoped he was right.
"I am."
She looked at him questioningly, and he brushed away her tears.
"We're connected. Always were. No one can stop that." He kissed her cheek, felt her shiver. "We belong together Angie and right or wrong, I love you. Always have."
Her tears fell harder. "There's no future for us, Brady. He'll never let me go."
"We'll find a way to convince him."
"And if we can't?"
He didn't hesitate. "Under no circumstances will I allow you to just give in. You're going to fight back and he's gonna get a wakeup call."