Elena’s Point Of View

“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, shutting the door behind me with more force than necessary.

“Missed you,” he said, low and deliberate, eyes dragging over me like silk. “You look stressed, Bambina. Thought I’d help.”

“You tracked me?”

He stood, towering, moving toward me in slow, calculated steps. “You left my message on read this morning. That was rude.”

“What the hell… how did you even find me?” I snapped, heart stuttering ...