C75 Every breath, a risk.

“Answer me, Allison,” Dontrell’s voice was low, edged with a warning, his gaze locked onto mine like a predator closing in. “Who the fuck was that calling you, and why are you ignoring their calls?”

My throat felt dry. I swallowed, trying to keep my expression neutral, but his fingers on my thigh tightened. He wasn’t just waiting for an answer—he was demanding one