Chapter 32

Blake's POV

I couldn't believe someone had the guts to hurt Camela. She was my Princess and worst of all, I knew that whoever it was knew me. Most likely, some woman that I had fucked before or that wanted me to fuck them. But they were dumb enough to leave a note, and that note threatened to harm Camela if she didn't stay away from me. I had my assumptions about who the person was but needed proof, and I planned on getting it.

My phone vibrated on the nightstand, and when I picked it up, I knew it was one of the men I had hired to look into the situation. I quietly got out of bed because I didn't want to wake Camela up.

"You find anything," I asked John once I was out of the bedroom.

"One of the neighbors I talked to had a security camera. It shows a little of Ms. Davis' house, and luckily there is a good view of the front door. I can see Ms. Davis' roommate entered the home about two hours before the fire began. I then see her running out of the house, talking to someone on the