Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
And now, he didn’t have a clue what he was going to do.
His only plan—if he could call locking his wife up in their bedroom a plan—was all he had. He couldn’t leave her there, though. This was his mistake and he was going to fix it.
Eve had assumed many things about him during their courtship and marriage, none of them accurate. He didn’t dissuade her from thinking any of it.
So, their marriage had been going strong. His wife came to him on their wedding night a virgin. He had taught her everything. They had explored together. It had been the perfect deal between them. So perfect.
Only, now it was well and truly fucked, and he didn’t have any way of fixing it. Eve was all good, and he was all evil.
He couldn’t allow her to just withdraw into herself. She’d felt guilty for that man losing his life. She felt responsible, even though it had been him that made the decision to enter his territory and try to take the only woman who meant anything from him.
Grim knew where the real problem lay, and he’d already taken care of that little minion’s boss. The little drug lord’s name didn’t matter. Grim had taken care of the pathetic little start-up, who thought with a few men he could overthrow him. The only reason Grim had allowed him to continue, was because it entertained him to bring assholes like that down a peg or two.
He liked to hunt, and he knew when the right time was to strike for maximum effect. He’d been waiting for that opportunity, and then he had to send that prick to come and do his dirty work.
His rage had known no bounds. There hadn’t been any patience in him when he went to the guy’s run-down apartment that had half-naked women spilling out, all of them with needles sticking in their skin.
The man himself had been shocked to see him, but he’d also been high. Grim had grabbed the man’s ear and hadn’t let go, even as he screamed and wailed like a spoiled rotten teenager. He’d not stopped, and then, once he was in one of his warehouses away from prying eyes, Grim had unleashed all his rage onto that fucker. By the time he was through with him, there hadn’t been much left to identify, so Grim had disposed of the body and scattered the ashes into the air, like the man meant nothing. He had been nothing the moment he had sent men to hurt his woman.
Grim would hurt and kill anyone who tried to get close to Eve. She belonged to him, and he wouldn’t allow a single hair on her head to be out of place.
Gripping the lapels of his jacket, he tensed up and knew he had to go see her. He stepped out of his surveillance room and made his way up to their main bedroom. Eve had been shocked by his country home, but she also had fallen in love with it. When he suggested she make some changes to create a home she could spend the rest of her life in, there were no changes to be made. She loved every single room, including the kitchen.
Grim had lost count of the number of times he returned home from work to find her there in the kitchen, cooking up a storm.
Their only real disagreement during their short courtship and six months of marriage, was her refusal to stop working. She loved being around the care home as well as the animal shelter. Even though she had come home many times in tears as a resident had passed away, or an animal hadn’t made it.
One of those times, Eve had been beside herself because of an animal cruelty case. Grim didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything but Eve. She had cried in his arms all night, telling him about the neglect case, and how they might not have enough to prove the abuse.
Eve had cried.
Eve was hurt.
Someone had made Eve feel unimaginable pain through the cruel acts against a dog. The only way to fix it was to kill said person. He did that, made it look like a suicide, and Eve had been shocked, mortified, but he had also seen relief. Eve’s fear had been that he’d get dogs back. Grim had fixed it.
There was a lot he’d fixed in their one year together. He doubted she even realized the extent of what he had done for her, but she didn’t need to know everything.
Standing outside the bedroom door, Grim gripped the doorknob. He’d locked it from the outside with a single twist.
He didn’t want Eve to hate him. One day, she would forgive him. Eve was too kind and too good not to.
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Eve couldn’t believe her husband had kidnapped her. It was insane for her to even think about it, but then, Grim wasn’t who he said he was.