Marcelina's POV
The men looked at each other.
Then one of them reached into his jacket and pulled out a phone. He tapped the screen once and after a few seconds, he held it out to me.
"The boss will speak to you,"
Of course, he would.
Without hesitation, I snatched the phone from his hand and put it to my ear. "Hello?"
A brief pause followed.
Then his voice came through the line, smooth and annoyingly calm.
"Lovely morning, Doc,"
"Don't 'lovely morning' me," I shot back, my grip on the phone tightening. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
As expected, he didn't respond. Like he had all the time in the world to listen to me lose my mind.
"You have men stationed outside my apartment like I'm some sort of criminal" I continued. "And they won't let me leave. Do you know how f**
