The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 82

Teague jolted awake in the passenger seat, screaming. McNeil reached over, his hand clamped tight around Teague's throat, and with bloodshot eyes, barked an order at the armed guard standing by the gate.

"Open the door."

The guard, gun raised and pointed at McNeil, hesitated when he saw Teague pinned and gasping for air.

McNeil let out a cold, menacing laugh, squeezing just enough for Teague to hear the sickening crack of his own windpipe.

"Do it. Let him in," Teague rasped, struggling to gesture with what little strength he had left.

The moment the gate opened a fraction, McNeil floored the gas. The black sports car slammed through the ornate wrought-iron gate, sending metal and sparks

flying.

Inside the grand foyer, Teague's grandfather watched in shock as the car barreled across the lawn, tore through flowerbeds, and screeched to a halt at the front steps. The display was as wild and out of control as a bull let loose in a china

shop.

"What on earth is going on?"

He stared, aghast, as McNeil dragged Teague out of the car and dumped him on the ground like a sack of garbage.

"Where's my wife?" McNeil's eyes were wild and rimmed with red, his voice nearly a growl.

a battered mess,

hands trembling so badly his cane nearly slipped from his grasp. "Is this how you treat someone

even know what part of the

include broadcasting videos of her in front of a crowd for your own

old man turned and glared at his grandson, voice a low, furious curse. "You animal. This is

dare make

taking her with me," McNeil

erupted in the hall as Stein stepped

of grim-faced men followed

panic and fury overtaking him. He lunged, but half a dozen

go," he

expression was frigid, his lips

jaw clenched so tight it

didn't care who Stein was. If anyone tried to take Victoria from him

gave a mocking smile.

Stein knew him, but McNeil had no idea who

icy cold. "If you ever

McNeil watched, helpless and

barrels of several guns never

in a warm bed that smelled faintly of