A woman accepts $100K from her boyfriend for surgery, only to be drawn into a dangerous mystery when a secret admirer with mafia ties starts sending her messages. Torn between her relationship and the shadowy stranger's pull, she must uncover who is watching her and why before the truth catches up with her.
Bought rounds for every stranger in the place. All on Nico's tab. I didn't start feeling better until his entire stash was gone. A few glasses of liquor burned down my throat.
My head went fuzzy. I glanced at the person sitting next to me. He looked a lot like Soren. Nico always said his father never went to places like this.
said he preferred whiskey at home, alone, like some old world ghost, though somehow every time I came here with Nico, Soren was there. You okay? He looked at me, concerned. I must have been truly hammered. I was hallucinating now. Seeing my boyfriend's father in a bar, great. I shook my head hard, lost my balance. I landed in a solid pair of arms. The embrace didn't last long. He
He steadied me back onto my stool, gentleman move, hands off the second I was stable, but his fingers passed my line of sight as he pulled away, and somehow, that image merged with the towel photo I'd saved, Jesus. I needed to get a grip, I ordered an ice water, trying to sober up, when I reached for
I accidentally lit up a phone screen nearby, it wasn't my phone, but the lock was a photo of me, taken from an angle I'd never posed for, then everything went black, I woke up in bed, looked around at the room. Mrs. Cooper came in with a glass of water and two Advils.
I asked her who brought me home.