Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two) Read Online Free Page B

could've happened. Hell, I still don't know what happened, and she didn't say much. She finally started to wake up as we reached our new apartment. I got rid of Caliscades shortly after Emmalin started therapy. Besides, I fucked it up so bad. I decided a brand new start was best, and I couldn't do that with memories of my deceased wife in a house I built for her. 
    We finally reached home, and even though she was exhausted, she said she was going to shower and asked if I would join her. I wasn't going to pass that up. 
    We stood there, just holding each other. I grabbed her favorite soap and started slowly soaping her up, not missing an inch of her body. She moaned as I massaged over her body. "Enjoying yourself?” She whimpered in response, and I laughed. I pushed her hair to the side to get better access to her neck and froze. I traced the finger marks on her neck and felt my blood turning cold, even with the heat from the water. "What's wrong?” She turned to look at me with her big green eyes.
    "Time to rinse off," I half muttered. I knew if I spoke any louder, I was going to snap, and right now I was focused on counting and trying to control my rage that was brewing. My inner beast was ticking and scratching on the cage to escape. We got out, and I dried her off quickly and gently. She walked to the dresser to get a dress shirt. I walked up behind her. “Tell me what happened.” Her body stiffened.
    “I told you. He came in and threw me around a bit.”
    I turned her to face me. “He didn’t?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    I clutched her to me. “I would’ve killed him. I swear I would’ve fucking killed him.”
    She shuddered in my arms. “I’m fine, alright? I’ll be fine.” She tried giving me a reassuring smile, but it failed and tears glistened her eyes as she turned away from me. “I think I’m still a little loopy from the meds.” 
    “I want you to eat something. You haven’t eaten. I’ll have something brought up.” She got into bed and turned on the TV, volume set to low. After she finished eating, she started to drift off.
    While Emmalin slept, I went to my office and waited for Jack while Benny sat at my desk with multiple monitors opened, studying them carefully.  
    "You keep doing that and you're going to be bald.”
    I looked up. Chace. "At this point, I might as well be.” He nodded at Benny before sitting down.
    "What's going on? For two in the morning, must be pretty important.”
    I sighed. "Emmalin was attacked.” Chace sat up straighter. "I had a meeting this morning. I came back to the hotel room, glass was shattered, and she said someone broke in. Emmalin locked herself in the bathroom.”
    "Okay, here's you leaving your room.” We all turned to the monitors Benny had opened and studied the footage as I walked out. I barely walked into the elevator, when someone in all black walked around the corner and knocked on the door to our room. "Here's the footage that angles into your room, to where the door opens.” We all leaned closer to the monitor as we watched Emmalin open the door and then get shoved back hard, where she fell. The person walked in and closed the door.” Benny rewound the feed a few times, from all different angles.
    I jumped up. "My laptop! My laptop was there, it was open, and the camera was on. Maybe it caught something." 
    "The one time I'm glad you were filming your activities, Grayson."
    "Not the time, Chace.” I turned my laptop on to the video settings, rewinding it. "Fuck, there's no audio, but there's a clear view.” We watched as Emmalin was swung across the room, and the guy stood over her with his hands around her throat. Her arms flailed relentlessly as she tried to fight him off. Good girl. I grimaced as she looked up at him with complete fear in her eyes. He touched her face, and she flinched. My hands clenched.
    "He's just yelling at her. Fuck man, the way he manhandled her, if you don’t kill him then I sure as fuck will.”