EVE.
I was going to die of panic. My fingers clawed at his strong arm. I had a lot to say, but the words were pressed against my throat with his large palm.
"Please. Saint. I swear, I'm sorry. Don't do this..." my voice came out strangled. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard it hurt, but he was only looking me dead in the eyes.
"Take the damn phone to her. Isn't she your wife? You f**k with the lights off?" Saint said without a flicker of emotion in those dead eyes.
"Language," Alpha Rollins muttered on the other end, but Saint didn't give a damn.
Who talks to their parents like that?
"I'll do anything. Anything you want," I sold my soul to the devil before I even realised it, "I'll stay. I won't run away ever again. Please."
My heart was drumming in several melodies that
