Chapter 12: The Package
The message sits on my phone screen like a live grenade.
She’s very pretty.
It would be terrible if something happened to her.
The photo is crystal-clear: Bella asleep on my chest, my arm locked around her, the penthouse terrace lights soft in the background. Taken less than ten minutes ago. Someone was close enough to zoom in through the glass.
My blood turns to ice.
I’m out of bed in a heartbeat, careful not to wake her. I pull on jeans and a black hoodie, grab the pistol from the nightstand safe, and move silently to the windows. Forty-eight floors up. No balcony access from below. No adjacent buildings tall enough. The only way that shot was possible is a drone. High-end. Military-grade lens.
I kill every light in the penthouse with the master switch by t
