The Voicemail
I left a voicemail on a stranger’s phone.
My name. My address. And the words “I’m scared.”
He called back with three words.
“Lock your door.”
Seconds later, someone tried to break in.
He got there first.
And left my stalker bleeding in the hallway.
Alessandro Russo.
Older. Powerful. Blood on his hands.
And the first man in months who believed I was in danger.
Now I’m living in his penthouse.
Sleeping down the hall.
Finding reasons to close the distance.... [Read More...]
