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NATASHA
I stare into the intruder’s fierce and hate-filled gaze, consumed with terror of what he’s about to do to me…and what he may have already done to my family.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time, waiting for this night.”
His sinister tone makes my skin pebble with goosebumps, because for as dark and deadly as he is, the guy is still sexy as hell.
He has to be the Devil.
“But I’m done with being patient,” he continues, his angry blue eyes flashing with rage. “It’s time for you to pay for your father’s sins.”
My father’s sins.
What in the hell does that even mean?
Dad makes a lot of money on real estate investments, and he buys and sells racehorses. I’ve seen the people he deals with, his clients and associates. They’re cultured and smart and a lot like him.
So what the heck could he have done to incite this crazy bastard—some stalker who breaks into girls’ bedrooms spewing all kinds of threats about a man committing some travesty—against him?
Dad is a businessman.
This guy is a barbaric animal—hardly the kind of person my father would do business with, much less acknowledge.
The stranger glares down at me. “I’ve followed you for the past two months. Seen every move you’ve made. I watched you on campus at the University of Miami until the semester ended for the summer. I’ve seen you at the Miami Academy of Music where you teach. I’ve sat outside your favorite Cuban restaurant while you ate with your family. I’ve followed you through Marlin Stadium for baseball games.” He leans closer, a strong musky scent of cardamom and ginger taunting my nostrils, so thick in the back of my throat that I almost choke. “I’ve even watched you undress in front of your window.”
“You’re a goddamn psycho!” My entire body is rigid, paralyzed with fear.
I can’t just sit here in my bed waiting for him to do God only knows what. I look around for a weapon, something I can use to get out of this situation. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my beloved Gibson electric guitar sitting in the corner next to my night table. It was a birthday gift, one I’ve cherished since the second my fingers danced over the strings.
And it’s going to serve me well now, albeit in a very different way.
Music is my life. And now, more than ever, I need it to save me.
He grabs the neckline of my tank top and tugs it with one hand, tearing the slinky fabric easily with his thick fingers.
“Don’t you touch me!” I snap as he yanks the now-shredded top off of my body. My hands fly up to my prickled flesh to cover myself. “Where the hell is my family? What have you done to them?”
I swallow the sob that threatens to erupt from my heaving chest, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me crumble.
I stare up at him, racking my brain for a way out of whatever sick shit he’s planning to unleash on me. Because this twisted fucker sure ain’t here for a social call.
His lips twist into a grimace. “Your father did this. He brought it all onto you, your sisters, and your mother, and you didn’t even realize any of it, did you? You have no idea who and what he is.”
My throat tightens, a sob rising in my chest with increasing force, and I’m not sure if I’ll be able to stop it from erupting.
Reality smacks my naïve ass...hard. My father? What in the hell is this guy talking about? My father would never do anything to hurt us.
The intruder glowers at me. Cool air brushes against my skin, and I shudder — though I'm not sure if it's from the cold or from the heated glare searing my insides. His eyes are such a light blue, they almost look like clear crystals sitting in the center of his face.
Empty.
Soulless.
Pure evil.
“Your father can’t save you.” He drags his fingers through my sleep-tousled hair, tugging my head back as his face hovers over mine. “You belong to us now.”
“The fuck I do!” I smack his stubbled face, the palm of my hand stinging from the hit.
