Free Her Shield (The Uncut Series Book 1) by D. Camille

the third time.
      Ray watched his protégé deal with the struggle between his heart and mind. Marc had fallen and hard as hell, by all indications. Ray had been worried that Isis would be the one to fall and Marc might rebuff her, but he could look at this brother and tell he was gone. He wondered how long the two of them had been having feelings for one another. His wife was a damn genius.
      “Yeah, I care about her Ray,” Marc finally admitted.
    Ray shrugged. “What are you going to do about it?”
      “I'm taking her,” Marc said simply.
      “Milton isn't just going to sit back and let you do that,” Ray warned.
      Marc's eyes narrowed. “Milton's ass is going to jail and he's not going to stop me from being with Isis.”
      Ray smiled, his work was done. Isabelle had sent him to make sure these two were moving in the right direction and he was satisfied that everything was going according to plan.
      He got to his feet. “Well, I'm going home to my beautiful wife. Your ass better take care of our sister and I'll be in touch soon.”
      Ray walked to the door. “And keep your damn guard up. I know the Martin women are beautiful but be ready.”
      “I was born ready.” Marc followed him to the door where the two men faced each other.
      Light brown eyes looked at platinum ones. “She's a good girl Marc. You deserve someone who's going to be good to you. There's nothing else for you to prove to anyone.”
    Marc nodded. “Thanks Ray.”
      Ray went to the garage, retrieved his car and left the premises. Marc closed the door and pressed his hand against it thinking about the woman sleeping in the bedroom. His head wanted to push her away but his heart knew that Ray's words were true. Isis would be good to him. She was kind, loving and loyal to a fault.
      Isis was sweet, funny, and honest. She didn't want to play games and she wasn't afraid to put her heart on the line. She was strong, brave and so beautiful it made him ache for her. Marc made his way to her bedroom.
      He looked down at her sleeping form on the bed. She was going to have one hell of a headache when she woke up. He turned and walked into the kitchen looking for some acetaminophen because he remembered that she had a sensitivity to aspirin as part of her allergies. He found some in the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of water.
      Marc returned to the bedroom and sat the items on the nearby nightstand. He lowered himself onto the bed and slowly rubbed her temple as she slept. “I won't ever let you be all alone Princess.”
      “I know how that feels.”
     
     

Chapter 6
      Isis awakened with a pounding headache and a handsome, sexy FBI agent lying next to her.  She raised a hand to her head and moaned, causing platinum eyes to open to hers.
      “Hello Princess.”
    Isis moaned again. “Please don't yell,” she said very softly.
      “I wasn't. That's your headache.”
      “Ohhhh...why did you let me do that?” she complained.
      Marc sat up and reached for the pain killers. Opening the bottle, he poured a couple into his hand before replacing the bottle.
      “Take these, they'll help with your head.” He helped her to sit up slowly.
      “I can't take aspirin,” she reminded him.
      “I know. It's acetaminophen.” He brought the pill to her lips. “Open.”
      Isis watched him as she opened her mouth slightly. Marc slipped the tablet past her lips before grabbing the water and twisting the cap off. He handed it to her and she brought it to her mouth taking a small sip and swallowing. He repeated the action for the second pill and when she was done, he removed the bottle and replaced the top before replacing it on the nightstand.
    Turning back to her, he gently touched her head. “You're a lightweight.”
    Isis touched her hand to his. “I don't drink often.”
      “Lie down Princess,” he whispered then helped her to stretch out on the bed.
    Sitting on the edge, he looked down at her. “Do you need