“What are you doing here again, Leone?”

Chloe’s voice cut like glass as she stood by the double French doors leading to the garden, her arms folded tightly across her chest.

Leone stepped in without care, the smirk on his lips was infuriating.

“Don't think you can run,” he growled, looming over Chloe. “You belong to me now.”

“Stop calling me that,” she yelled.

Leone gave a cunning smile. “That's what you're,” he advanced, his presence a suffocating weight.

“You ...