JC POV
I couldn't help but smile on the way back home. Everything was falling into place. I had Haylie exactly where I wanted her.
If only I could get Liam out of the picture. To be honest, she had grown on me, and I was starting to like her more than I intended. The fear of my brothers wanting her dead only made me more determined to hide her, to keep her safe from them—and away from Liam.
As I stepped into the house, the familiar creak of the wooden floor greeted me. My brothers were already there, lounging on the couch with a beer their hands.
Stephan dark eyes flicked toward me briefly before returning to the TV, disinterest written all over his face.
I scanned the room, looking for Melody. She was the only one I could talk to about Haylie, the only one who might understand.
I made my way down the dim hallway, each step on the aged wood echoing faintly until I reached her room.
