Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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?!
“We’re not armed.” I follow my mother’s eyes and realize Marco still has a gun in his hand. I also only have a shirt on. It goes to my knees, but there is nothing under it. I’m sure I look as though I just rolled out of bed after sex. Lovely.
“You’re in my fucking house.” Oh shit. My mother cuts him with glare that can slice through anyone. “Breathe, angel.” His hand flattens against my stomach, and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “I promise I’m far scarier than her when provoked, and I’m feeling real fucking provoked.”
“What’s happening?” I ask, trying to cut off whatever is going on. I don’t want my boyfriend and mother killing each other. If they weren't already.
“Collect your shit,” Marco says.
“What does that mean? What shit?” My mother nods, and the men with her go to grab the other men that are cuffed on the floor. One of them starts to groan, finally waking up. At least he’s not dead. My dad closes the door after they are taken out of the house. His brows are now furrowed together. They tend to do that when he’s in deep thought.
“I take it you think you can keep her,” my mother says, pissing me off because I know she’s talking about me. As if I’m a thing that could be kept. As though I have no say in the matter.
“She’s mine.” Marco almost sounds bored. Like he’s daring them to try to take me away from him because it’s not happening, and he’d easily swat them away like an annoying gnat. My mom almost smirks but manages to stop herself.
“What are you doing here?”
“I came to find out what you were doing here,” she tosses back at me.
“I live here.”
“Glad we settled that, angel.” I fight a laugh. Marco slid right in there and latched on to that opportunity.
“I meant here as in Snow Hills.” I tilt my head back to stare up at him. “Marco?”
“They’re here because I have you. They thought they could take you from me.” His jaw ticks.
“She clearly doesn’t know who you are or what you’re capable of.” My father finally speaks. He looms a few feet behind my mom.
“I do.” Call me crazy, but I think I know Marco in ways no one else does.
“I don’t think you do,” Mom chimes in.
“The real question here is why you know who he is.” I raise an eyebrow in question. I don’t really give a shit what they or anyone thinks of Marco and the things he’s done. I know my Marco. The only reason I’d want to know more about his past would be to get to know him better. Not because it would change anything. I get it. He was in some deep Men in Black shit before he settled down here.