Sir. He's hurting me. Please help me.
He read the text twice, rage boiling in his body.
I'm on my way. He answered.
He ran from the house barefoot and jumped in his SUV, ripping the gear into drive. The tires squealed on the blacktop drive leaving a trail of rubber.
He sped through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic. He had to reach her.
Lord have mercy on the man who has hurt her because I won't.
He made the thirty-minute drive in twenty and slid to a stop in front of the stone house with a SOLD real estate sign setting on the lawn. Running to the top of the stone steps, he pounded on the front door.
He waited.
He pounded again and again until he heard a click. The door opened a crack, just enough for him to shove his weight against the door, forcing it to swing open and k
