Chapter 137

The room was pitch dark except for the glow of Walter's cigarette. Evangeline stumbled to switch on the light, marched up to him, and demanded, "Walter, hand over that video now!"

Walter let out a ring of smoke and laughed softly. "Why should I give it to you just because you say so?" He nodded toward the bathroom and ordered, "Go take a shower."

He could not stand her smelling like another man.

"Why should I listen to you?" Evangeline snapped back, her anger boiling over with no outlet. "Fine, don't shower. I'll do it for you!" Before she knew it, Walter had scooped her up and tossed her into the bathtub, already filled with water.

Walter's grip was like iron around Evangeline, pinning her in the bathtub with the water lapping at her chin. She tried to speak, but her words were drowned out by his relentless questioning.

"Going out to dinner dressed to kill, huh? What were you up to with that pretty boy?"

His eyes, dark as a stormy night, squinted with a smile that was anything b