Help me

I don't need to explain how the man that slapped me suffered the ire of my people. He just had to do it right when the door opened and some of my elite team people entered while shooting down the scumbags inside.

I wanted to do it, maybe a little trashing on his hand, but my legs were difficult to stand up. However, the one that carried me to the car and then took me to a nearby hotel to take a cold shower was not my husband.

"Eve, are you okay?" Adam asked through the door, "the doctor will arrive shortly, okay?"

I am not okay, not in the least. I am still wearing my clothes inside the cold shower. Goodness, this is getting overboard. Where is Liam? Why is he not the one doing this for me?

"Eve, answer me!"

I couldn't, I was trying to muffle my mouth with my hand, letting my teeth break the skin to help me take control of my sanity. My other hand was already taking my dress off. It was no use having it on, it was just getting in the way.