Chapter Three

Evelyn’s POV

To: Sana

Hey, if you were to want to know everything about me for a biography, where would you look?

Also, new girl Kelly, says she is pregnant with Grey’s child. We need to talk.

Loves, Eve

I threw my phone on my bed and forced myself not to cry. I won't cry over this, not this time around. I don't have time to cry. I must plan. I must refresh my memories. I must learn who I was, the things I can't remember.

There are bits and pieces missing from before, things I don't remember. I remember her face, I remember the pain, the emotions, everything leading up to her.

I remember my father’s deathbed, the promise Grey and I both made. I remember working hard to build the family we have here.

The blending of my family and his was in some ways like mixing a group of vampires and werewolves in the beginning. I need to play on that. Find men from my family that weren't as keen about the merger as others.

They will help me find a way to part the seas with the least number of casualties. It will be a war, I know, but hopefully not the type of war that causes a lot of blood and mayhem. More of a silent war, where no one gets hurt. I don't wish for anyone in this family to get hurt.

Well, only Kelly. I shook my head at my heartless thought. I wasn't sure about a lot in my past, but I was sure I wasn't this cruel. My dad would never have let me become like that.

I fell back on my bed waiting for a response from Sana. She will know how to find information about me, and surely will have much to say about this pregnancy thing. She will be angry. Grey is not her favorite person. They used to get along very well; I believe before I found out about my infertility.

When he began treating me like I did something wrong, she found issue with that. I needed to find a record of those who used to be just there for me.

I know there were a few but with the cloudiness in my mind, I can't seem to work them out. I know my dad had date books, and address books. I should have something somewhere with my personal information in. I am a very organized person, I know that.

I started searching my room for clues. Things my mind isn't letting me remember. I looked through my desk and found an old checkbook, and some phone numbers. I will call the numbers to see who answers, I tucked them safely down in my purse. My phone tinged on the bed, and I walked to it, hoping Sana could give me some type of answer. Something that can help me remember more than I had so far.

Eve,

He is a monster. Kelly needs to go. This isn't fair. I will be to see you soon.

p.s. I would check your little leather-bound journals, usually you hide them in the closet.

Loves more, San

I responded thank you, telling her I couldn't wait to see her.

When I walked to the closet and opened the door, a flash of memories flooded me. I saw myself in tears with a leather-bound book in my hand. Words spilling on the pages, my innermost thoughts.

The closet was the home of these books, Sana was right. I knew she could help. I looked under a few of the throws on the shelf and found a stack of those very same books. When I pulled them down, the smell of them refreshed my mind.

I had written that day, the day she took my life. I have written about the child, the pain, the anger. I wondered to myself if she had read them. I will lock them up from now on, in my vanity, with my jewelry.

I sat in front of the mirror, wiping off the red lipstick I had pointlessly put on that morning. When opening the first journal, I found many sentences I didn't really remember jotting down. I read them sporadically flipping through the pages of each one.

I grabbed the key from my purse and opened the drawer to slide the little leather books inside. The words I remembered writing the day Kelly took my life not yet there.

I hadn't yet written them, and I would allow them to show up on the pages. I flipped through each book before sliding it in the drawer.

The last one sat on the cherry wood of the vanity, almost beckoning me to open it. I don't know why but this one seemed to be important. I opened it, realizing in this one I had written about my father.

This was the one I was using when I learned of his sickness, when I learned, he wasn't going to make it, and after his passing. I looked up into the mirror, remembering doing the same thing with tears streaking down my face on that day. I promised my father we would care for this world he created.

Now I must rip it apart and rebuild once again. I flipped forward quickly not wanting to feel the way I felt that day. I felt some loose pages trying to escape the binding.

While organizing the journal. I suddenly saw a name: Dante Stryker.

Dante Stryker. A name I hadn't heard in quite some time. Probably since before my father passed, before I accepted marriage to Grey. I couldn't even picture his face.

While I sat lost in my thoughts, I heard a soft knock on my door. I got a sickness in my stomach, thinking it was Kelly coming with a fake apology. I would have to fight the urge to tell her I Know she is a monster.

“Come in?”

I said as nicely as I could muster. When he opened the door, he didn't look directly at me. I shut the book and sat it back on the vanity.

“Can we talk Eve?”

Grey said walking slowly towards the bed. He wouldn't look up at me until he got closer to his destination. When he finally did, I shook my head yes and stood up facing him. He sat down on the bed and patted beside him.

“I need to talk to you about Kelly. I want to explain. I need you to understand Evelyn.”

He was talking in circles, nervously running his fingers through his hair. I placed my hand on his and pulled it to my lap.

“I’m listening?” I said softly. “It was not planned. I didn't mean for this to happen. I love you Eve, I want you to be my wife.”

He took a deep breath, “please accept my apology and know that you are my wife, you will always be my wife. I have made a grave mistake with Kelly. I should have come to you when it happened. I shouldn't have thrown it at your feet like this. I understand you're not wanting her to be here. I didn't know Eve; I didn't know she was carrying my child. I can't turn her away. What kind of father would that make me? What kind of man?”

It pained me some to hear his words knowing I planned to leave him and take what was rightfully mine. I don't believe he didn't know. I believe he wanted her to be here, and wanted me to just accept it, like the first time. I learned from that mistake.

He may not know that he surely doesn't know I was brought back and given a chance to change it all. I spent a large part of my life loving Grey Hunter.

“I love you too Husband. I will always love you. I am hurt, but I accept your apology, and I will always be here, as your wife.” the words burned as they came out.

We sat there in silence for a moment before he reached for my face pulling me in for a kiss. I took a deep breath in. This was the first time he had kissed me this way since I was murdered by his mistress. I kissed him back to the best of my ability, but the feeling was different.

He ran his hand up my thigh, trying to place it under my skirt. I began to spread my legs to give him access when he moaned into my mouth. He touched me like he hadn't touched me in such a long time.

Kissing trails down my neck. Blowing softly on each one. As much as my body enjoyed the feeling of a man's hands, my mind couldn't catch up, and my heart was breaking. He couldn't get his hands close enough to my panties to pull them away from my slit from the angle we were sitting.

“Lie back my love.”

He said it softly but when he said the words, I trembled. I couldn't do ask he asked. All of the feelings of my death filled me. He persecuted me. He caused this, even if it was unknowingly. I pushed his hand away.

“I am sorry, I am just not ready for this. Not after today.”

I said, thinking he would understand. The woman had just told me she was having his baby. He shook his head at me, sighing in frustration. He was crass, rolling his eyes before leaving the room.

I sat there for a few moments before returning to my vanity. I brushed my hair out of my face wiping a tear away from my eyes. Again, I refused to feel the pain I felt before. I picked the little leather book up, turning back to the page that had the name written on it. Dante Stryker.

This man was the strongest most influential gang leader of North America. He was resourceful, brutal, and just the man I need to help me take my life back. To take my gang back from Grey and Kelly. To win back the life I once had.

Unfortunately, I have had no contact with him, only his lieutenant. I had saved his nephew at one time. The man was appreciative, but maybe not appreciative enough to introduce me to his larger-than-life boss.

I have been told the man is scary. I am not afraid. After death turning back into life, I don't think much could scare me. I could remember saving the young boy. Beck was his name, the lieutenant, I remembered him reaching me a card that day. I remembered the numbers I had put in my purse before. I threw the book into the drawer and locked it.

Getting up out of my chair I grabbed my purse and headed to my desk. I couldn't use the home office number, so I grabbed my cell phone. I knew that sometimes Grey’s team will check the numbers we call, but I didn't care. I don't think they will know the number I have, a number for personal favors.

I picked up my phone and started to dial the number, sitting my phone down on the desk. I had heard many things about Dante. He isn't someone to mess with. If he doesn't want to help me, he will be outwardly bold about it. I fear he will call Grey himself and tell him.

I finished dialing the number and hesitantly pressed send. As the phone rang, I decided I was going to be strong and bold, match the energy of the man I would be dealing with. I would demand what I wanted and hold my ground.

The phone rang about 4 times before I decided to hang it up. Right before I could swipe up on the end call, I heard a man voice. Deep and strong, “Beck here?”