Lisa’s P.O.V.Dad: You can’t keep ignoring me, Lisa. I am coming for you and your brother full force, unless I hear from you today.Dad’s text had caused me to go pale. Davis was at a doctor’s appointment that Carter took him to. I was sitting at Davis’ house alone and utterly frightened at the prospect of Dad coming for me. My fingers hovered over my phone, deciding whether to text dad back when the front door opened. I jumped, frightened that it was him and he had found me. My nerves were shot and adrenaline was pumping through me like a raging river, but I was ready to attack whoever crossed the threshold. I met her concerned green eyes as she stepped through, feeling myself slump with exhaustion as the sudden rush of adrenaline caused me to crash. Izzy sported her hair in a braid similar to her dad's, today. She wore a black crop top with a black choker and smokey eyed makeup. Those pink, full lips of hers frowned as she looked at me further. Her thick leather biker boots thumped

Lisa's P.O.V.Feeling empowered by Izzy, and the beat down we gave Daniel, I decided to text dad. My fingers shook as I typed the message, but I was determined. I pushed my fear back as far as I could. I will face the monster today, before Davis does. Maybe I can appease him somehow, although I highly doubt it. Lisa: If you want to talk, I will come to your office in an hour.I felt my heart race with anticipation. I was nervous and scared of what he would say, but really I was more afraid of seeing him. Today, I won't let that fear consume me. I will give it five seconds and once that 5th second is up I will push it aside. Dad, who?: Come now. Seeing the name I had changed his contact to, made me smile. He's not a Dad, at least not mine anymore. He's a sick man with a twisted mind and little to no regard for his family. His ambition has clouded his mind so much that he can't even recognize himself. L

Lisa's P.O.V.I had decided to surprise Davis with one of my sexier lingeries. I never expected it to be torn down the middle, but God, was is sexy as fuck. My body still echoed with the ecstacy that Davis had just brought me. I am not sure what came over me, but I had wanted to feel his power in a new way. My body craved to feel him as deep inside of me as possible. Davis was quick to oblige, giving me more than I thought I could take. It was heaven on earth. He was making good on his promise too, as he still hadn't pulled out of me. Instead, he wrapped me in his warm embrace and rubbed my back lightly over the thin soft material of my lingerie. "I love you, Lisa." The look he gave me melted me inside and out. His eyes stared at me so lovingly, so intently, that I thought my heart would burst. There was no doubt in my mind that this man was entirely mine, and I his. We held each other's hearts, and I couldn't ask for a better man to love. "I love you, too." I traced small circles

Lisa's P.O.V.I was still laying in bed thinking about Lucas and the bad news he shared with us this afternoon. My feelings were all over the place and so were Davis’. It was eating away at him that he couldn't do anything to help her. This wasn't something he could hunt down and fight for her, leaving him with a restless energy. It was leaving both of us that way, really. "Let's go," Davis randomly said, hopping off the bed and pulling on some sweatpants. "What? Where?" "We need to work through this energy, so now's the best time to train." I understood what he meant, hopping off the bed and getting dressed myself. We went down to the basement and trained until our bodies were drained of all of our energy. Davis then picked me up and carried me to the room. Letting me fall asleep in his arms, utterly exhausted. My phone buzzed incessantly, waking me from my deep sleep. The room was pitch black, so I knew morning hadn’t come to greet us quite yet. There were a million notificatio

Lisa’s P.O.V.My heart was racing, but for once it wasn't because I was scared. Nervous? Yes. Scared? Not ever again, not for them. I knocked on the red door, greeted by Chris' younger brother. Why is he always answering the door? I really need to learn his name. "Welcome to hell," he showed his youth as he spoke, stepping aside for me to enter. It was a nervous sort of dark humor he had. "He said you were coming but I didn't believe it. Why are you here again?" "Reasons." I don't know him well enough to trust him with my true intentions. He helped us last time, but that could have been because he just wanted someone to beat his dad up for him. I guess we'll see how he really is during this dinner. "Reasons, sounds suspicious. I hope it's what I think it is." I stared at him from the corner of my eye, watching him carefully. I recognized the mask he had placed on his face. It was the same one I would wear when I lived with dad. This place really is hell for him. Poor kid. "And