The moment I stood, Jarvis's snarl cut through the air from the stage.
I turned and met his eyes, brimming with smug satisfaction.
"Jarvis, restricting someone's freedom is against the law."
"The law?!"
Jarvis shoved hard against my shoulder.
"Let me tell you something. In this city, the Farley heir standing in front of you IS the law!"
Thinking of what Grandfather had planned for Jarvis over the phone, I let my voice go cold.
"Jarvis, your days of strutting around are numbered."
A vicious glint flashed through Jarvis's eyes.
"Get over here! Stuff this piece of trash in the trunk and take him to our bridal suite. Let him serve me and my wife on our wedding night!"
When several hulking men dragged me out of the trunk, I froze where I stood.
The "bridal suite" Jarvis was talking about was the home Tamara and I had shared.
"Tamara!"
My whole body was shaking. I spun around and pointed a trembling finger at her as she nestled in Jarvis's arms.
"I bought this place with every cent I had! This is OUR home! You take this animal and get out. Now."
"Your home?"
Tamara covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh.