CHAPTER 8
MAUREEN
My eyes flew open before the alarm went off. 4:30 a.m.
I didn’t even need it.
Adrenaline buzzed beneath my skin as I got out of bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom. The cold water slapped the sleep off my face, and by the time I tied my hair back into a sleek bun and slipped into the black workout set Matteo had delivered.
I glanced at my new phone—it was a sleek upgrade, of course—and found a single message from him.
Domenico: Gym. Now.
No "good morning." No smiley face. Just a command.
I smirked. “Asshole.”
The mansion was dim and quiet as I made my way down the hall. I passed the long, arched windows, saw the sky still sleeping. But the moment I pushed the gym doors open, I was wide awake.
He was already there.
Black tank. Black joggers. Gloves on. A to
