Jocelyn didn’t doubt for a second that Leland was serious. That was his plan. He actually planned to chain her to his bed and use her until there was nothing left of her. Until he no longer wanted her and would either kill or give her to his men, she didn’t know.
She realized she had never known the man and it would possibly cost her life to underestimate him. She couldn’t do that. Jocelyn couldn’t let Leland win. Death was far much better than anything Leland had planned for her. If he took her, she knew she would be begging for a bullet before the night was over.
The gun was still pointed at her, but Jocelyn didn’t care. Panic was almost taking over her reasoning. Sweat formed on her brow and rolled down her face.
Leland stood on the other side of the kitchen table, closer to the door
