"WHAT THE HELL is this?" Shiloh snarled holding up a thick envelope.
Lucian lowered his weapon. "It's nothing that concerns you."
"The hell it doesn't!" Shiloh roared, throwing the paper onto his desk. "What are all of these Lucian? Huh? Tax recites and forms? All of them in your fucking name?"
"Just calm down for a second—"
"Don't tell me to calm down, you lying son of a bitch!" Shiloh yelled. "This entire apartment has been rented out in your name! Nothing is mine here! Even the goddamned magazines that come weekly are yours! I deserve to know where the hell my money has been going!"
"Shiloh, please, just relax. I can explain everything—"
"No, I don't want to hear any of your lies." Shiloh glared at him. "How could you do this? I thought we were building a life together—"
"We are—"
