Her Stalker
Harley gasps, fear quickly taking over the expression on her face, but all I can do is grin, knowing what's coming.
"Shh, little bird. Sit down and relax."
"Who's there?"
Harley trembles as she finds her way to the couch, grabbing a throw pillow to cover her face from the events that are about to unfold. I keep my stance firm and confident, waiting for Callum to come to the living room, ready to end this fucking mess so I can have my little bird how I fucking want. I still don't know how I'm gonna kill this mother fucker yet. I brought my pistol and my switchblade, though. I hear the click of the hammer from Callum cocking his gun, and I shake my head and smile, knowing mine is already cocke