“Eve is my daughter.” What the fuck? Why would Eve’s mom send these assholes to break into our home?

“Carol Sherwood.”

“We’re coming up the driveway. Try not to kill us,” she says before ending the call.

Eve’s parents keep an eye on her more than I think she knows.

12

Eve

It’s so quiet. I wrap my arms around myself, my eyes going from the closed door to the screen that shows the house. I’m so freaked out and worried that I forget for a second how insane this is. I’m inside some kind of safe room.

Not only that, I think it’s also where Marco keeps a small arsenal. I hadn’t been wrong in my line of thinking of what he’d once done for a living. We hadn’t really touched the subject of what he used to do since that first night. What had he said? Something about getting his hooks into me before I found out who he really was. He’s gotten more than his hooks into me.

A week ago I without a doubt would have believed Marco was some super solider or ax murderer. I suppose that could be twofold. But the way he loves me. The soft touches that linger on my skin from him make it hard to believe. Even if I’m looking it right in the face.

I hold in a breath when I see two black SUVs pull up the driveway to the front of the house and stop. Had he called someone? Is this a good or bad thing? I do a doubletake when people start to get out of the vehicles.

“No.” I lean in closer. It can’t be. There is no freaking way. What the hell are they doing here? And how the hell did my parents even know where I was?

I have to get out of here. I know Marco told me to stay put. but there is no way I can leave him on his own with my parents. I have to protect him. Not in the same way he was protecting me. I turn the lock and push open the door.

“Oh God.” I gasp when I trip and fall over a man on the floor.

“Angel.” Marco comes out of nowhere, his arm wrapping around my waist, my feet leaving the ground.

“There is a man on the floor, and my parents are here.” The words tumble out of my mouth. Marco keeps walking.

“They might think I kidnapped you or some shit.”

“One could argue you did,” I tease, trying to make light of the situation.

“You’re supposed to stay in the safe room.” A knock comes from the front door. Marco lets out an irritated breath. “Come in.” He puts me on my feet but doesn’t let me go. His arm stays wrapped around me, keeping me close as my parents come through the front door with two other men. It’s then I notice another man lying on the floor. Are they just littered around the house?!