Chapter 33: Stalker

"What the fuck? You don't tell me what to do, Belle," The voice came from the other end of the line, "I tell you what to do instead. Don't try to twist things now." Belle brought the phone to her other ear and sucked in some breath. "I am warning you again. Do not touch him." She muttered, gritting her teeth and drumming her fingers on her thighs. "Or what?" He asked, his tone getting gruffer by the minute. Belle rested her back on the washing machine, peered through the window before bringing her voice to a hush, "Leave him the fuck alone or be ready to face the music." The man from the other end chuckled softly, and with a sarcastic tone, he asked, "What are you going to do? Report me to the cops? Come on, Belle, we both know you can never do that, not after everything..." "Shut up, motherfucker." Belle fired back at him, dropping one of the spray bottles in the process. "He fucks you real good, doesn't he?" He muttered back, chuckling at his own words. "You know what? Why don't I c