Leo looked at his monitor, confused, then saw a movement in the reflection of the screen. Standing in the corner of his bedroom, perfectly positioned to block the exit, was the real Francesco Acerbi. The defender wasn't moving; he was just tracking Leo’s eyes with professional intensity. "How did you get in here?" Leo stammered.
For the next three days, Leo couldn't leave his apartment. Every time he tried to go to the kitchen or the bathroom, Acerbi was there—putting in a perfectly timed sliding tackle across the hallway or physically marking him so tightly that Leo couldn't even reach for the fridge handle. Download Francesco Acerbi rar
He expected a folder of photos. Instead, his webcam light flickered on. Leo looked at his monitor, confused, then saw