Chapter Sixteen

Brad stood and stalked toward me. I could still hear the rocks clicking in the glass, but Brad had long abandoned the glass.

“I’m surprised you still think I’m your fiancé.” He stood a foot away from me.

“You… you didn’t deny it in front of Brea.”

“Yeah, but that depends on you.”

“What do you mean?”

He towered over me. It felt like he was gripping me, but Brad kept his hands to himself.

“I knew you were a hazard the day I saw you. Now look what you’ve done?”

“This had nothing to do with you.”

“You’ve said enough.” He grabbed my cheeks and squeezed. “There’s only one way you’re going to marry me. You’re going to be mine Gianna. Mine to possess, mine to fuck and mine to play with. No negotiations.”

“What?” I wiggled out of his hold.

“Unless you want your father to die in his debts.”

“Stop. Don’t punish him for this. You don’t even know the full story—”

“Sins of the daughter might as well be felt by the father. What’s your answer? I’m not giving you time to think about this.”

I wrapped m