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"No, no, no," I whisper, my voice shaking. "This can't be happening. Not again."
Memories flood back, vivid and terrifying. The endless stream of threatening messages, the feeling of being watched, the paralyzing fear that consumed my every waking moment. I thought I'd escaped that nightmare when I left Miami, but now it seems my past has caught up with me.
Tessa's concerned voice breaks through my seething thoughts. "Sasha? What's going on?"
I turn to face her, my jaw set in a hard line. "The stalker. They've found my new number. Get Victor from security up here stat. We've got a situation."
Simon enters the room, his usually confident demeanor replaced by a distressed tension. There's a tightness around his mouth that I've never seen before.
"We need to talk about your security, Sasha." Simon's voice is stern, his usually warm brown eyes hardened with concern.
"I've got security. Victor has never let me down before,” I said, trying to convince myself that everything was under control.
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "This is different, and you know it. The threats are escalating, and we can't take any chances. We need reinforcements."
I bite my lip, hating the way my heart races at the thought of the stalker's messages. "So, what? You want to lock me up in some ivory tower? Hide me away from the world?"
Simon shakes his head. "No, of course not. But we do need to take precautions."
He leans forward, his gaze intense, underscoring the gravity of his next words. "I've been in touch with one of the best security firms in the business. They come highly recommended. They're not just any security team; they're composed of ex-military personnel—highly trained, with experience in some of the most demanding situations you can imagine.
These guys are the real deal, seasoned veterans who've transitioned into private security. They've protected some of the biggest names out there. We couldn't ask for a better team to handle this."
I raise an eyebrow. "You're bringing in the big guns, huh?"
He nods. "They're the best of the best. With them on board, we can ensure your safety without disrupting your life too much."
I chew on the inside of my cheek, mulling over his words. The thought of strangers invading my space, watching my every move... It makes my skin crawl. But the alternative—living in constant fear, always looking over my shoulder—is even worse.
"Fine," I say at last, my voice tight. "Set it up. But I want to meet them first. I need to know who I'm trusting with my life."
Simon nods, relief flickering across his face. "Of course. I'll arrange a meeting as soon as possible."
As he stands to leave, I can't shake the feeling that I'm stepping into uncharted territory. The stalker's shadow looms larger than ever, and now I'm inviting strangers into my world to chase it away.
I just hope these security hotshots are as good as Simon says they are. Because if they're not... I don't even want to think about what could happen.
Simon and Tessa depart, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I've fought too hard, come too far, to let anyone dim my light. And if this security firm is as good as Simon describes them... maybe, just maybe, they can help me shine brighter than ever before.
4
AXEL
The phone rings, slicing through the stillness of my office like a warning siren. I glance at the caller ID—Rivera. It's been years since I've seen that name flash on my screen.
I've known Simon for years, a bond forged in the crucible of shared objectives and mutual respect. He’s a guy who had my back when the chips were down. His presence in my life was a constant, like the northern star guiding a ship through choppy waters. And though he was Sasha's manager, he understood without a word just how deeply her well being, her smile, her everything, resonated with the protective beat of my heart. He knew the unspoken truth—that she was my compass, my mission, and maybe my redemption.
"Creed," I answer, all business.
"Axel, it's Simon. We've got a situation with Sasha," he says, and it's like a punch to the gut. Just hearing her name drags me back to a night drenched in sweat and pulsing beats—a night that never really ended for me.
"What kind of situation?" I keep my tone flat, but inside, my pulse is a traitor, hammering against my skin.
"She's got a stalker. It's getting serious." Simon's voice is tight, and I picture him running a hand through his hair in frustration—something he does when shit hits the fan.
I lean back in my chair, swiveling to face the window. The city below pulses with life, each light a reminder of the countless souls I've sworn to protect.
"A stalker, huh?" I keep my tone even, but my thoughts are a goddamn hurricane. "And you want my team to handle it?"
