Reckless (Fractured Farrells: A Damaged Billionaire Series Book 2) by Mallory Crowe Read Free Book Online Page A

body against his.
    But getting Malia out of his mind became much more difficult when the picture popped up in the next email he opened. More specifically, pictures of them kissing. One from that first night on the beach and one from just a few hours ago. Robert straightened as he scrolled up to the email address. Nothing he recognized. Just a random assortment of numbers and letters in no particular order.
    Then he read the note. “Touch her again and she dies.”

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    M alia might have accused Robert of being a stalker before, but he’d shrugged off the comment. Now that he was standing outside her home, he was one hundred percent certain he’d crossed a line somewhere.
    He was also one hundred percent certain he didn’t care.
    The house she was staying at was a few miles out of Honolulu, so the streets weren’t quite as crowded or packed in. Not that the place was huge. It was a modest cream-colored place with the open garage area that was filled with bikes and various swimming gear. There was no door on the garage, so Robert was willing to bet that there were surfboards or paddle boards in the back.
    Based off what the bartender, Moe, had told him, she rented out a room in the place, but Robert didn’t know who she lived with. Another reminder that he knew nothing about her.
    He glanced up and down the road where the cab had dropped him off. He’d purposefully gone with the cab so he wouldn’t draw as much attention to himself. He didn’t see anyone keeping tabs on him, but he hadn’t noticed anyone snapping photos earlier. Not that he would. He was surrounded by people on a normal basis. He was used to tuning out the people in his peripheral.
    But the longer he stood on the street staring at the house, the more attention he was going to draw. So Robert finally bit the bullet and strode up the driveway, where he rang the bell. And then rang it again. And as the minutes ticked by, he rang it a third time.
    He knew it was working because he could hear the chimes even from his position on the porch. There was a chance she wasn’t home. It was eight o’clock in the morning, and even though plenty of people here lived on island time, Malia seemed as if she was the kind who was always on the go.
    But Robert wasn’t ready to give up yet. He switched tactics and pounded on the door. “Malia! Open up!” And he kept right on pounding until the door finally opened and a pissed-off Malia stared him down.
    “Have you gone full psycho?” she snapped.
    Well, it was even harder to feel bad when she looked so damn cute. She wore another pair of short denim cutoffs and a skintight blue tank top that showed off more than it covered up. “Well, I called first.”
    “I screen my calls.”
    “I left messages.”
    “Take a hint, Farrell. I don’t want anything to do with you. I know you think there’s something between us, and I know that being told no is a revolutionary concept to you, but I. Don’t. Want. You.”
    People didn’t ignore his messages. Maybe his assistant’s calls, but when he personally picked up the damn phone, he expected a response. “If you had listened to those messages, you would’ve known about these.” He handed over a manila folder and for a second Malia didn’t take it. She just stared suspiciously as though it were a snake about to bite her at any moment.
    “What is it?”
    “One more thing you would’ve known if you’d bothered to listen to my messages.” Son of a bitch. She must’ve just deleted them without listening.
    Malia snatched the folder from him and opened it. He had to admit that she kept her face rather steady as she looked over the photos and the threatening note in the email. “Where did you get these from?”
    “That’s the exact email I opened when I got back to my room yesterday. It looks like you have a secret admirer.”
    “Me? Hey, my life is perfectly normal. You’re the one who must’ve pissed someone off. You’re a