“How did you get my number?” I hiss stepping further into the shadows of the curtains, my back presses against the cold wall and I try to calm my enraged breathing.
“That’s not the point, I asked you something, bambina. Were you expecting someone else?”
“What do you want?”
“Now, that’s a loaded question.” Massimo breathes through the phone like he’s lounging on a throne of blood and sin, indulgent in the power he holds over me. “For now, I want you to come out.”
Those words.
I stiffen. “I can’t.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
I grit my teeth. “Both.”
There’s a beat of silence but I can hear his smirk through the phone. And the invisible noose around me is tightening by the passing second I hesitate.
“Careful with your words, sweetheart. You’re my girlfriend.”
My skin prickle. It’s not affec
