“How do you know it’s one of my men?” my father asked.
“At my house, the window was broken open from the outside. Here, the window wasn’t broken open. It was opened to try and trick us into thinking that someone had broken in,” Dean replied.
“Okay. James, Ryan,” my dad yelled. Within a few minutes, both were standing in my room.
“One of you is to be with Ivy at all times. Switch up every twelve hours,” Dad ordered.
“Yes, Boss,” they replied.
James left the room while Ryan stayed behind, making himself comfortable in the lounge chair in my room. Dean closed and locked the window and started making himself a bed on the floor.
“Dean, I’ll be all right. Sleeping on the floor is not needed. Also, Ryan is here, so nothing will happen to me.” I was trying to reason with him, but it was no
