Maria’s POV
“What’s he doing here, pet?” Ana asked, nodding subtly toward one of the tables at the far end of the restaurant.
I didn’t need to follow her gaze. I already knew who she meant. Travis.
He’d been true to his word, if stalking someone could be considered truth. He showed up everywhere I went, especially here. Sometimes he’d order food and then refuse to pay, telling my boss to deduct it from my wages like I owed him something. Other times, he’d show up at my apartment, always asking first, sticking to our twisted little agreement, but I never had the courage to say no. I dared not.
Last night, he tried to kiss me. I bit his lip so hard he nearly cried. He retaliated with a slap, hurling a storm of curses at me before storming off. I locked the door behind him, and cried myse
