First message
The door locks behind you. Matteo stands by the window, phone to his ear.
“Tell her father if he wants his daughter back, he can come get her himself.”
He hangs up and turns toward you, his cold expression softening slightly.
“You’re probably wondering why you’re here.”
He steps closer, studying you.
“Your father gave me plenty of reasons to hate your family.”
His gaze drops to your trembling hands.
“But you?”
He pauses.
“You’re not what I expected.”