Coerced

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Shannon POV

Our torrid zone was interrupted with a phone call blaring on Mara's telephone. I looked at the caller I'd and noted that it was from an unknown number. I signaled my wife to take the call but told her to put it on a speaker. The call was at well past eleven in the night and that too from an unknown number. I was already suspecting something unpleasant.

"Hello sweetheart, did you recognize me? I am your secret admirer but now I am angry at you because you betrayed me." The caller's sugar coated words end abrupt. 

"Every time I give you a chance you misuse it. I told you to get rid of your Romeo and that little brat but you turned a deaf ear to me and went to stay with him. I do not like you disrespecting me." He snarled at her. 

How dare he use that tone with her? My patience was hanging on a thin thread. I wish to pull the rogue out of his hideout and thrash him to sections but before that I had to find out the reason why he was after my wife. 

"I'm not going to give you any more chances. You are going to learn your lessons the hard way." His words were like pelting stones at Mara as though she was his possession.

I couldn't control anymore and snatched the phone from her hands. My annoyance flared like obsidian before the muck completed his cannonade. "If you are man enough come and fight me before you speak to my wife, you bloody Casanova." I growl in anger but before I could speak further the line shuts off. 

My eyes automatically shift to Mara. Fear reigned in her semblance meeting my optics. I cuss the gutless reprobate for bringing restlessness in her. I pull my wife to my chest and speak the potential words of positivism.

"Can I sleep beside you for today, Shannon?" She whispers in my chest indecisive. 

"I am yours, sweetheart. You don't have to ask for permission." I told her in placidity but the situation was no less than a burning inferno in my insides. I want to hound the bloody platoon like a hungry monster and kill him with my bare hands. 

Holding Mara's hand I slowly walk her to the master bedroom. She fidgets with her fingers reaching the entrance door but I clearly understand her hesitation.

I reach the cold hands of my wife with one hand and tip her chin up with the other to meet my eyes. Pushing away the baby hairs falling on her face, I ask her in a quiet timbre. "Do you believe me?" 

She peeps into my irises for a moment and then slowly nods her head. I respire audibly and bring her to my chest. My hands move on her back tenderly in silence and speak after a few seconds. "I have changed the cot and the mattress from my previous relationships." 

Next, putting her to an arms distance I tell her culpable meeting her eyes. "I have had no women in my life since you left."

She makes slow tentative steps towards the bed and sits on it vacillating. 

"Sleep" I tell her and help her legs on the bed covering her in a duvet. After making sure she was comfortable, I switched off the lights and was about to leave the room before I heard her. 

"Where are you going?" She asks me in an irresolute consternation, playing her fingers. Turning back I watch her fidgeting, something she does when she is extremely frightened or anxious. 

I ran a series of profanities for the bastard under my breath. He is the reason for my wife's gratuitous torment. "I will just check upon Amaira and come back." I assure her and walk out quiet, softly closing the door behind me. 

The moment I get my hands on the asshole, he is going to pray to the Almighty, a release from earth because hell would be a better place than getting tortured every day by my men.