MARCEL'S POV
"This is bad, this is really bad; I f****d things up," I muttered beneath my breath, running my fingers into my hair. It's been a few hours since Evelyn left.
At first I was simply too dumbstruck to think; I couldn't place my finger on what exactly the problem may be. I figured it had a thing or two to do with her constant visits to Jamal. Since she returned home, a man has been following her closely, checking her directions and other details, even though I gave them a break for the first few days.
Yet I didn't leave her home alone like she requested; little did I know he had seen Marie and I up with Jamal when I spoke about getting a drug, coming back to think of it she began acting cold to me ever since then.
But when my man had reported to me about her constan
