Page 153 of Love Me Stalk Me
I won't make it in time.
I run. I don't think. I don't hesitate. I bolt out of the security suite, my legs moving before my brain fully catches up, pushing through the hall, dodging employees and customers alike. The store's ambient noise—conversations, music, footsteps—blurs into white noise as my focus narrows to a single point.
I know precisely how long it takes to get to Izzy's office.
I can count every stride between here and there.
I can calculate the seconds ticking away as I run, each one bringing her closer to danger.
But I don't have seconds.
She's alone.
With him.
And that is the most dangerous place she could be. I yank my phone out of my pocket as I run, pulling up the security feed, my breath heavy, my pulse thudding in my ears. The screen shows a nightmare unfolding.
Izzy is on the ground.
Pinned beneath him.
Evan is over her, pressing her down, knees bracketing her body, one hand tangled in the torn fabric of her blouse. His other hand is?—
I see it.
He's reaching down. He's about to pull her panties down. He's unbuckling his belt. The metallic jingle is barely audible.
And I?—
I see red.
Pure fucking red.
I shove through a group of customers, barking orders into my earpiece. "All available security, get to Isabella Russo's office NOW."
I don't care if I'm the one to get there first. That doesn't matter. What matters is that she's safe.
What matters is stopping him before?—
I shove a stock cart out of my way, sending it crashing into a display. Glass shatters, perfume bottles explode on impact, their sickeningly sweet scent filling the air. Somewhere in the distance, I hear someone yell.
I don't care.
I don't stop.
I reach her office.
The door is locked.
Not a problem.
I kick it in.
The wood splinters beneath my boot, the handle cracking as the door slams open, crashing against the wall. Fragments of wood scatter across the carpet.
And inside?—
Izzy isn't moving. Evan is on top of her.
