Back Stronghold
Chapters (74)
  1. Acknowledgments
  2. Stripping the Sub
  3. Prologue
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. Epilogue
  26. Tempting the Domme
  27. Prologue
  28. 1
  29. 2
  30. 3
  31. 4
  32. 5
  33. 6
  34. 7
  35. 8
  36. 9
  37. 10
  38. 11
  39. 12
  40. 13
  41. 14
  42. 15
  43. 16
  44. 17
  45. 18
  46. 19
  47. 20
  48. Epilogue
  49. Hardcore Vanilla
  50. Prologue
  51. 1
  52. 2
  53. 3
  54. 4
  55. 5
  56. 6
  57. 7
  58. 8
  59. 9
  60. 10
  61. 11
  62. 12
  63. 13
  64. 14
  65. 15
  66. 16
  67. 17
  68. 18
  69. 19
  70. Epilogue
  71. Author’s Note
  72. About the Author
  73. Other Books by Golden Angel
  74. Don't miss out!

The anger welling up inside of her helped drown out some of the immediate fear as she spun around in a circle, looking for a possible culprit and already knowing there was no one else there. When had this been done? Was the person still here?

Was it Roland?

How did he know where she lived?

The hair on her arms and the back of her neck were standing straight up, her heart beating fast the way it did when she was sparring, only with more anxiety. Fucking dammit.

Moving forward, she tested the door… still locked. So that was something at least. Being that close to the paint creeped her out though. She could actually see some of it running a little; clumps slowly moving downward due to gravity. Whoever had done this, they hadn’t done it that long ago.

Spinning around so her back was against the wall beside the door, Olivia’s hands shook as she pulled her phone out of her purse. She sure as hell wasn’t going inside by herself, even if the door was locked. For all she knew, her harasser had managed to get inside and then lock the door behind him—or her—and was inside waiting.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She felt like she was starting to lose it a little. She couldn’t even tell if that was really a legitimate concern or if she was just being paranoid and freaking out.

“Hello?” Kincaid’s deep voice drew her back to reality, anchoring her a little.

“I…” To her horror, her throat was choked up and she realized her eyes were burning slightly with the need to cry. Not because she was scared exactly, although a little bit that, but because she was so angry. This was way more upsetting than her car being keyed in a public lot, a larger violation, and she felt fucking helpless because she didn’t even know who was doing this.

“Olivia?” She could hear the rising concern in Kincaid’s voice.

Clearing her throat, she pushed back her angry, upset tears, forcing herself to a calm she didn’t actually feel. “Hi Kincaid. I need you to come to my apartment. Whoever keyed my car knows where I live and left me a message on my door.”

The sparkle was gone from her gray eyes.