I get to my apartment later that day upset, and on edge. I can’t go to Lorenzo’s apartment because he believes were being watched closely.
I groan and I pull out my phone and text the blackmailer.
Nala: [Done.]
Unknown: [Good, I’ll see you when I see you, Nala.]
Nala: [But will I finally see your face?]
Unknown: [ I suppose I do have a nice face and I should share it... okay.]
Nala: [I hate whoever you are.]
Unknown: [Aww give me a chance, you might actually like me. ;)]
Pissed, and stressed I threw my phone across the room and fall into a fetal position.
I get another text and I sign and pick up my phone. s**t. It’s a text from Wanda. I’ve been so busy and distracted that I forgot to talk to her in a few weeks.
Wanda: [Hey puta, wanna explain to me why I’m hearing this news abou
