Trey wasn’t so deep in sleep that he was dead to the world. But it was amazing how comforting a full stomach could make a man. Even on a cold, hard basement floor.
After Danielle left, Trey realized he was in deeper trouble than he had originally thought. The realization hit him like a 20 ton truck. He wanted to protect Danielle Marvick the same way it was ingrained in his heart to protect Gabriel, Lorenzo, Trick, or Edward.
He didn’t need anyone to tell him that was very bad. Mere curiosity in the woman had been bad enough. But now the feelings of protectiveness were equivalent to setting off a nuclear bomb in his life. How would his family take it? And how the hell was he supposed to protect her when he was tied up like a goat about to be slaughtered for sacrifice? Did she even want t
