She expected him to drag her back to Rome, where he had more than enough eyes to watch her. But instead, she found herself sitting on a bed in his bedroom, watching the view of Phoenix from his penthouse.
Here, he could keep her under a microscope, and for the first time, be the only one watching her.
She was spiraling through every possible scenario. Each one was darker than the last as she imagined what he would do when he finally came to terms with the truth that she wasn't pregnant.
She was terrified. For a few days in that house with Dylan, she had allowed herself to believe she had outgrown her fear of Matteo Ramirez.
She had stood up to him in her mind; she had rehearsed her defiance.
But seeing him sat there watching her sleep at 4AM, seeing the lethal, effortless way he had reclaimed her had shattered that illusion.
The way he had spoken about Dylan, with such casual, chilling indifference, reminded her that to Matteo, people were either property or obstacles.
