“How much longer?” I said to myself through clenched teeth, needing to get back to the apartment building as soon as possible, but New York City traffic was f*****g atrocious tonight, cars lined up for miles and headlights glaring in through the back windshield.
Laying on the horn, I sat back and cursed that I hadn’t left Chiara sooner. I should’ve left Roxie in the house just outside the city today. But it was easier for me to sleep in my high-rise instead of heading back forty minutes each morning and night.
After concluding that I wouldn’t be able to get back before Alessa could head up to my place with Roxie, I balled my hands into fists and called the head of security in the building.
The phone rang for a few moments, and then he answered, “Boss.”
“Make sure that Alessa stays away
