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“First of all, you wouldn't shoot without identifying your suspect first. Secondly you're falling off, you should have known I was here without me giving you a warning.”
    Marc put his weapon away. “This is your safe house. I assumed it would be exactly that.”
      Isis looked between the two men still holding her shoes and bag. She'd thought someone had come to hurt her and now she was trying to calm her breathing, however the alcohol was still clouding her brain.
      “Are you okay Isis? Ray asked sitting his glass aside.
      She opened her arms and walked over to him. “I love you Ray!” Isis shouted and hugged him tightly before his eyes flew to Marc.
      Ray patted her gently. “Okay, I love you too goddess. What's going on?” He asked pulling away and studying her face.
      “Marcus wants to see me naked,” she whispered and Marc put a hand to his forehead.
    Ray frowned deeply at Marc, lifting a brow.
      “She had some Jell-O shots tonight,” Marc explained.
      Ray turned back to Isis. “You know what? I need to holla at Marc, so do you mind giving us a minute?
      Isis smiled. “Yes, I'm going to bed now.” She turned to Marc and put a hand on his chest. “I'll see you naked later, okay?”
      Marc took her hand and led her into her bedroom where Isis plopped on the bed face down. The perfect curve of her ass held his attention for a minute before he remembered Ray waiting for him in the other room. He leaned down and kissed her temple before pulling the covers over her now nearly passed out body.
      When he returned Ray was waiting with his arms folded and his face angry. “You want to tell me what the hell you're doing?” Ray barked.
      “I ask you to protect my sister and you go and get her drunk?” he demanded.
      “She said she's not drunk, just tipsy.”
      Ray took a breath. “I'm two seconds off of busting your ass Marc. This is not the time for your damn sarcasm.” He unfolded his massive arms. “Now why in the hell is my sister drunk?”
      “I took her to Tasha's birthday party and they had Jell-O shots. They were watered down as hell so she's not fully drunk.”
    Ray lifted a brow. “You took her home? To your family?”
    Marc nodded then remained silent.
      “Does she know about your past?” Ray asked.
    Marc removed his glasses. “No, I haven't told her yet.”
    Ray studied him.  “Are you going to?”
      “I didn't want to let her in Ray. I tried to push her away but she was constantly there, in my mind.”
      Ray smirked. “Tell me about it.” He certainly could sympathize with the brother after his own situation with her sister.
      “She asked to know Marcus, so I took her to where he started,” Marc explained.
      “How are things with you and your father?” Ray inquired knowing the history.
    Marc gave a short laugh. “The same, as usual.”
      Ray stepped closer. “I can't have you hurt her Marc. Isis is innocent. Don't take anything away from her that she can never get back.”
    Marc looked at him. “I wouldn't do that Ray. I haven't touched her.”
      “She said you want to see her naked,” Ray pointed out.
      “What are you doing here?” Marc asked changing the subject.
    Ray nodded. “Just checking on things, I should have some leads in next few days.”
    Marc removed his jacket and placed it on a chair. “What's going on with Milton Martin?”
      “If he keeps getting on my nerves, you won't need to build a case,” Ray told him and Marc shook his head.
    Ray took a seat and watched Marc, as he remained standing. “Do you care about her?”
      “I shouldn't.”
      “That wasn't the question,” Ray told him.
    Marc placed his hands on his waist and looked up at the ceiling. “How can this work?”
      “Do you care about her?” Ray repeated.
      “I don't want to.”
    Marc began to pace. “She's Milton's daughter. I'm sending her father to prison.”
    Ray leaned back. “Marc damn, do you care about her?” he demanded for