Page 239 of Love Me Stalk Me

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I look back at the warehouse.

Time to getmy girl.

“Let’s go.”

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The warehouse is eerily empty.

No lookouts. No guards. Just rows of crates, shelves stacked high with stolen goods—luxury handbags, high-end electronics, jewelry. They’ve been running this operation for a while.

Amanda moves ahead of me, covering the left side as I take the right.

She’s quiet. Efficient. Smooth.

And, fuck me, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

I don’t know what kind of past she has, but I’m starting to think I seriously underestimated her. She moves like someone trained. Someone used to clearing spaces and handling weapons.

Sleeper agent.

Fucking noted.

We advance, sweeping each section of the warehouse. Every turn, every blind corner, I expect to run into someone, but there’s nothing. Just silence.

Until we hear it.

Voices.

Amanda signals to me, pointing toward a door at the far end of the warehouse. I nod, pressing forward.

As we get closer, the voices become clearer.

Not just Evan.

Izzy.

She’s yelling at him, voice full of fire. That’s not good. Fuck, Izzy. She shouldn’t be doing that. Shouldn’t begoadinghim. But of course she is. She’s fearless. She’s reckless. She’s the strongest woman I know. And right now?

She’s in so much fucking danger.

We reach the door, flattening against the wall beside it.

Now we can heareverything.

“I am not helping you, Evan,” Izzy spits, her voice firm. “I don’t care what you do to me. I would rather die than let you use me for this.”

A long pause.

Then Evan’s voice, darker, nastier than I’ve ever heard it.

“You will do this,” he growls, “or you will die right now.”

Amanda meets my eyes, nods once.

We don’t wait.

We don’t hesitate.

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