This was the last place that you had ever expected to end up in, especially when you were all bruised up and hurt. After all, Tristan Caine was a predator. And bleeding in front of sharks was always a mistake.

A shit ton had happened in the last hour, with your dad throwing you down the stairs and your car being blown up by your dad's men to kill you. You told yourself you'd stay here only till your car was fixed. Then, you'd figure something out. You had to.

You didn't know where else to go, your only choice being your enemy's house. So here you were, sitting on his couch covered in purple bruises and dried blood.

Dante, his older and definitely much less intimidating brother, looked concerned. "I live two floors below, so you stay with me for the time being if you'd like." Tristan, who was quiet until now, tensed up a little. You could see it in the way his muscles coiled up under his shirt.