Free Zeke's Eden: The Beginning (Zeke and Eden Book 1) by K Webster

into temptation as Eve was in the bible.”
    I cringe at being compared to a fucking snake and shoot her an apologetic glance. Her eyes are downcast as she creeps off the bed to look for her clothes. It pisses me off that Grant let these motherfuckers in—and furthermore, how’d they know where to find her?
    “You need to leave before I make you leave,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
    The old man scoffs. “Like you did Robert Forrest?”
    My blood turns to ice at the mention of the name. “What do you know about Robert?”
    A slam of the bathroom door startles me for a moment but I don’t flinch and continue to glower at him.
    “Enough,” he tells me with a smug bite to his voice.
    We glare at each other until Eden emerges from the bathroom. Her cheeks are red and tearstained but she’s dressed, her naked body no longer visible to the pussy boy’s leering eyes.
    “How did you f-f-find me?” she stammers out, refusing to look at her precious daddy.
    The pussy speaks up. “When you called me last night, acting like a whore, I called Don and told him the story. Rebecca, after some duress, spilled your location and the name of this filth.”
    “Call her a whore again and I’ll knock your fucking teeth out,” I roar, my fists just itching to make good on my promise.
    “Parker, go downstairs. We’ll be down soon,” Don tells him.
    He shoots Eden a nasty, threatening look before turning and stomping away. Don inches toward me and I square my shoulders.
    “Eden, honey, there’s something you should know about this evil trash you let steal your innocence.” He frowns at me and shakes his head, his voice drips with condescension. “He’s fresh out of prison for second-degree attempted murder. Served four years in fact.”
    She gasps and everything inside of me shatters at the sound. When I turn to look at her, her mouth is slack and open, hurt and horror crossing over her features.
    “What? That can’t be true, Daddy,” she whimpers. Her eyes dart to mine, silently begging for it not to be true.
    But it is. So fucking true.
    I groan and run a hand through my hair. “Eden, let me explain.”
    Her eyes blink several times as if she’s slipping out of a spell—a spell I put her under—and her chin quivers. “I trusted you.”
    “Sugar, you don’t understand. Let me—”
    She cuts me off, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I should go.”
    When she passes by me, I clutch onto her bicep and she jolts from my touch. “Please don’t leave me, Eden.”
    Even though I know she’s hurt, I see the indecision in her eyes. She wants to stay with me. Me—convicted attempted murder felon—is an actual choice over her perfect world. But her father’s pull is a strong one and he wins. This time.
    “My Lord,” he gasps and yanks her from my grip, “What has that man done to you? He abused you, Princess. You’re bruised all over your neck. This is the devil’s work. I’ll take you away from here and we’ll drive the sin out of your heart.”
    “Eden,” I beg.
    She allows herself to be dragged behind that fucking prick but she casts a sad glance over her shoulder.
    “When you’re tired of his brainwashing, come back to me, sugar,” I growl.
    Her nod is slight but I see it. She’ll come back to me. I know it in my heart.
    I follow them down the stairs, past a pacing Grant, and out the front door. A sleek white, brand new Lexus awaits for them. Don yanks open the car door and shoves her into the backseat—into the waiting arms of Parker who shoots me a pleased grin. Motherfucker!
    “She’ll come back, asshole. You can’t keep her forever,” I spit out at Don.
    He pulls a card from his pocket and flicks it my direction. It swirls and lands on the pavement near my feet.
    “Son, you stay away from her or I’ll have you locked back up before you even know what hit you. Money, which you clearly don’t have, goes a long way in this world and I’ll dish out whatever it takes to keep you from her.