ELENA
I sat in the backseat of the Volkswagen, fuming quietly, trying to get my breath under control.
How did he manage to rile me up so much every time? Why did he affect me so much?..in good ways..in bad ways.
I didn’t like how possessive Atlas Grant was. Not one bit.
I hated being bossed around.
But sometimes…I found myself enjoying that possessiveness a little too much. Wanting it. Wishing for it. Craving it.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Why was I so hell-bent on self-destructing, stringing along three brothers in different time zones?
A family with more to it than met the eye.
I let out a deep, frustrated sigh, leaning my head back against the headrest.
What had he meant, though?
When he’d said he could ruin me in ways I couldn’t imagine…
I couldn’t stop thinking ab
