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

couldn't believe that Marcus had remembered her allergy and been ready to take care of her. He'd even slept beside her in case she'd needed him. She had to rescind her thought that he was an ass, and although he definitely could be when he wanted, he could also be very caring and thoughtful.
      Isis marveled at the fact that Marcus' father was the legendary Gregory Graham. He was a huge star of film and stage and Isis was an admirer of his work. He and Marcus didn't seem to be on very good terms although neither of them had mentioned anything in front of her. Marcus' family had treated her so well that she had fallen in love with them immediately. Well, almost all of them; his brother Jeremiah had given her the creeps with the way he'd watched her at the party. Since Marcus had never been out of her sight, she'd felt safe enough with him around.
      She smiled as she thought of his sister Tasha. She'd had more fun with her than with any of her own friends. They had promised to keep in touch with one another and had exchanged numbers at the party. Tasha had hinted that she wanted her brother Marcus to have someone special. She'd said that he deserved it, even if he didn't believe it himself. This had puzzled Isis and she wondered exactly what had happened to him.
      Isis decided that she would not pry. She would allow Marcus to tell her what he wanted, when he wanted. Besides, she wasn't planning on going anywhere. Marcus had said he was going to take her and she was going to make sure she was taken by him. She admitted that she'd been attracted to him from the start, even though she'd tried to hide it and use her anger to shield herself.
      After seeing Marcus in action, she now understood how good he was at his job and how important it was to him. She could no longer be angry with him for investigating her father. It was his job, but her father was innocent so there was nothing Marcus could do to him. He'd figure that out and the case would be closed.
      Isis dressed in yoga pants and a tank top after putting her hair in a ponytail. She headed out to the kitchen where Marcus was preparing some food. He was dressed in loose long shorts and a T-Shirt. She saw his weapon on the counter and looked at him.
      “What's wrong?” she asked.
    Marc looked over at her, taking in all that was Isis. “Why do you ask that?”
    She nodded towards the counter. “You have your weapon out. You haven't done that before.”
    He lifted a brow at her perception. “I'm just being prepared.”
    Isis went to him. “Is someone coming here?” she asked worriedly.
      Marc turned and put his arms around her pulling her close. “It's fine Princess. No one is going to hurt you. I promise.”
      “What's going on Marcus?” she asked staring up at him.
      His gaze held hers. “I'm on alert. Your father is trying to find out where you are. We're concerned that if he finds you, so will whoever is after him.”
      “Is that why Isabelle said I shouldn't call him?”
      He nodded. “I don't want you using your phone at all and definitely not speaking with your father.”
      “Daddy wouldn't put me in danger on purpose,” she told him.
    Marc stepped back. “You can't trust him Isis.”
      “He's my Daddy, of course I can trust him.”
    He turned back to the food he was preparing. “This is why we shouldn't get involved.”
    Isis folded her arms. “Why? Because we don't agree on who my father is?”
      “I know who your father is and so does everybody else. You're the only one who doesn't believe it.”
      Her eyes narrowed. “If you have so much evidence, then why haven't you arrested him?” she accused.
    He turned to her. “Because when I do, I'm going to bury his ass so deep, they can't find him.”
    She gasped. “That's my father!”
      “He's my assignment.”
      “I'm calling Ray. I don't want you here!” Isis turned and ran into her bedroom grabbing her purse to retrieve her phone. She searched through the bag