MATTEO'S POV
I sat on my balcony, tapping my fingers rhythmically on the armrests of the chair, my silver eyes fixed on the dark sky above. The moon cast a cold, pale glow over the city, its light seeping through the glass railing of my penthouse. A cigarette rested between my fingers, smoke curling lazily into the night air as I exhaled slowly, savoring the moment.
I glanced at my iPad resting on the glass table beside me. The live feed displayed Sophia’s room—empty now—but that didn’t matter. My lips curled into a smirk as I imagined her face, triumphant, thinking she had won. How naïve. She had unknowingly made things even easier for me.
She thought she was free.
She thought she had gotten rid of me.
I chuckled, shaking my head. No, Sophia. You only played right into my hands.
My gaze drifted back to the city skyline, lost in thought. Just then, I heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.