Hell. Nothing was working out as it should.
Fury surged through him as he looked around the hovel Elizabeth lived in—a f*****g studio apartment with cheap furniture. The place didn’t even have a real bedroom. The b***h actually preferred living in poverty to being with him. Well, she wouldn’t be here for long, would she?
Walking around the room, he tossed a few items into a grocery sack: a CD player and CDs, loose cash, the few pieces of jewelry from the dresser. He took enough that she’d believe a burglar had broken in.
He glanced at the door and smiled at the memory of the wood shattering. Not as satisfying as breaking bones, of course, but that time would come. Soon. Perhaps he should thank her for choosing an apartment in the back of the complex.
If only he had time to deal with he
