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shrugged. “I think you like me.”
      “There are moments.”
    Isis laughed. “I can't keep apologizing to you. It's beginning to sound very redundant.”
      “I don't get tired of hearing it,” he told her.
      “Well I get tired of saying it,” she said laughing some more.
      Marc watched her laughing and felt a jolt in his gut. Isis Martin was beyond gorgeous and when she was sitting across from him relaxed and laughing, she was beyond amazing.
      He sipped his drink slowly basking in the essence of Isis. She was an enigma. On the outside, she was grace and class, underneath she was fire and tattoos. She had been spoiled but she was sweet. She could be a brat but she was undeniably beautiful. She was under his protection but now she was getting under his skin.

Chapter 4
      Milton Martin was in a tizzy over his daughter being whisked away and him having no knowledge of where she was. He dialed Isabelle's number in the wee hours of the morning her husband answered.
      “You'd better not be calling to harass my wife or I will keep my promise to put a bullet in your head,” Ray told him.
    Milton huffed. “I need to speak with my daughter.”
      “Isabelle is sleeping.”
      “I'm talking about Isis!” Milton snapped.
      Ray walked into his home office and closed the door. “Let me tell you something you no good bastard. The only damn reason you're still breathing is because of Isabelle. Your dumb ass has almost gotten Isis killed and you still don't get it.”
      “Do not call Isabelle again or I will handle you. As far as Isis is concerned, you have someone else to deal with.” Ray told him. “And he really doesn’t give a damn about you.”
      The line disconnected and Milton stared at the phone in disbelief. He had to find out where Isis was. He couldn't let them turn her against him. She was one of the few pawns he had left.
      Ray blocked Milton's number in Isabelle's phone before heading to the bedroom to check on her. She was still sleeping underneath the covers and he reached down to touch her lovely face before kissing her softly.
      “Mmmm...are you waking me up for breakfast?” she asked sleepily.
    He sat her phone on the nearby nightstand. “No, I'm just worshipping my goddess.”
    Isabelle opened her eyes and smiled. “Why are you up so early?” she questioned.
      “Handling some business.”
    She looked worried. “Is everything okay with Isis?”
    Ray stroked her face. “She's fine, Marc has everything under control.”
      “I hope they don't hurt each other,” she whispered.
      “Second thoughts?” Ray lifted a brow.
      Isabelle shook her head. “No, they're both confused about their feelings. I hope they can come to an understanding without lashing out at one another.”
      “My sister can be a lot like Daddy when she doesn't get her way,” she finished.
      “Well Marc will have to come to terms with how he feels about her and whether or not he can put his job to the side. He's very serious about what he does and how he does it,” Ray explained and she nodded.
      “They're so perfect for each other.” Isabelle sighed. “Isis needs a man to love so she can stop doting on Daddy and Marc needs a woman who can fit into his entire life, not just the FBI agent.”
    Ray took her hand. “Let's just see what happens...”
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      Trent entered the kitchen of his apartment then walked up behind Callie wrapping his arms around her and kissing her cheek.
    She smiled. “Good morning baby.”
      “You didn't have to make me breakfast Callie,” he said into her ear.
      Callie turned to him. “Well since you asked your mother not to come and make it for you, I decided you still needed to eat.” She looked up at him. “Is she still upset about that?”
      Trent's mother had begun showing up to make him breakfast every morning during a time when he'd needed her.
    Trent shrugged. “She's cool.”
      “You know you didn't have to tell her that. I can