DUANTE'S POV Without breaking stride, I took her into our room. The dead body was already removed. I could smell her favorite floral scent in the room. Her face was pressed tight on the crook of my neck. Her heart was beating louder against my chest. She was scared. I couldn't turn it down when she curled her arms around me. I was still seething from inside hearing them. No one could dare to look at what was mine. I brushed my lips against her forehead. I could feel her trembling. Tears were leaking from her closed eyes. This pushed me to the edge. I settled back on the bed. I pressed my lips against her forehead again, "Look at me," I softened my voice. Slowly, she opened her eyes and glanced in my eyes. She lowered it to my chest, "Please, don't go." Her voice was cracking. "There's no danger." She stayed quiet and fastened her arms. Things were tense enough. It wasn't the attack. We had faced it before, "What's it?" I

He looked over and threw a withering glare at me. He opened the door for me. I sat in, quietly. Just a pinch and he would explode like a volcano. He strode around. I could still see his white knuckles. He hadn't spoken a word. I was frightened. But I had to start if he didn't want to talk or he wouldn't answer. He got in the car and slammed the door shut. I gulped. That wasn't expected. He never expressed his anger. Was it a warning for me to keep my mouth shut? It would be something essential. Otherwise, I didn't see him reacting this way. "Duante," I whispered. He looked at me and shook his head. I straightened my gaze and stared at the dark. I wanted to touch him, comfort him, whatever he was feeling I wanted to be with him. My mind and body weren't agreeing on anything at the moment. I wanted to reach and hug him. My mind was shouting at me to keep quiet and didn't utter a word. A single word could get him riled up. I kept looking at hi

EVELEEN'S POV I was brushing my hair, but my gaze was on my husband. I wanted to capture him in my eyes. I didn't know how would I spend time without him? I was serious when I said that I didn't want to go. I missed my family. But Duante was my real family. The notion of going away from him frightened me. He stopped behind me gripping his black coat. He donned it. I was still staring at my husband. He slithered his fingers in his hair. "Duante," I whispered but I didn't know. What should I say next? I wrapped my arms around him. “I know you dinna want to go. But I dinna want them to think. I've captured you.” He said, embracing me. ‘I don't care what they think.‘ I blinked as I glanced up at him, "You never call when you go for business and.." I trailed. His forehead crinkled as he gazed down at me. His lips turned up in a full smile, "I'll call you every morning," He kissed my forehead. "What if I want to talk a

DUANTE'S POV The urge of killing him was sharp inside me. He could be a random person, eyeing my wife and someone from the troop of my enemies. Speaking to Eve was crossing my mind. I would after seeing him dead. How the f*** dare him to hold the hand of my wife? From the description, my men were telling me, he couldn't be a commoner. I exhaled slowly as I saw them driving inside the house. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out. The need to drown out the unsettling in my head was so agile, I wanted to strut toward her and hold her tight to my chest. I rolled the window down. I would find my enemy around her. They considered her my weakness. Pretty f****** true. They didn't need to know. She's my strength. "Brother, just two minutes. I'm sorry. I got late. I'll expla...." I cut him off. "Two minutes," I hung up on him. He shouldn't take responsibility when he isn't prepared to carry out his obligations. My phon

I couldn't silence the doubts in my mind. The wedding was going to take place in two days. But It has been a month. Today is the wedding day. I'm not going to attend. They kept me busy pushing work loads on me. Ignoring my questions about my husband. I didn't hear anything from Duante. I hardly see Thomas and Uncle. My heart is continuously screaming at me that something is wrong. Duante would never let a month pass without talking to me. Though, I received messages from him. Only once a week. It brings a smile to my face but it doesn't touch my heart. He should have called me instead of messaging me. It deepened my doubts. The security was tighter than I have ever seen. I tried to run away every day. Thomas is cunning. Assassin and Rocky aren't my bodyguards anymore. There are two bulky men, who never leave me alone. They never follow my orders but don't move until I follow the orders issued by Thomas. There is no window in my room. I'm going to succeed today. They can't stop me. I di