Lightning split the pitch-black night, illuminating the man standing by the window. Crosby's face was hidden in the shadows, his expressions unreadable as he stared at the phone in his hand.
The woman in the photo had a beautiful face, her body was covered in marks of rough affection, and she was in a deep sleep.
It wasn't hard to tell what she had been through before she fell asleep. It must be a wild, uninhibited night of passion.
His eyes locked on the message: Look at my kitten. Is she adorable?
Crosby's grip on the phone tightened, his knuckles whitening. He understood Raymond's message all too well.
It was a warning for him to stay away from Alice. She belonged to Raymond, and no one else could even think of having her.
"But that kitten was mine first. She only wandered away ou
