GIANNA I shot up, heart pounding. He was here. Why? My chest tightened. Whatever brought him couldn’t be good, and I wasn’t ready for it. “Go away.” A beat of silence. “If you don’t open the fucking door, I’ll break it down.” His voice hit like a slap, rough and close enough to make the wood tremble. He’d said he was going back to the club after dropping me off. So why the hell was he still here? Drained from the day, I shoved the covers back and forced myself to my feet. Each step to the door felt heavier than the last, but I yanked it open anyway. His frame filled the doorway, shoulders squared, jaw so tight a muscle thickened in his cheek. His eyes cut to me—dark, unblinking, and anything but pleased. “As long as you're staying here, you need to stop acting like a brat.” His voice was low and edged with steel, each word pressed out like it cost him to hold back. “I’m not—” “I’m still speaking.” He cut me off, stepping closer, the air between us becoming suff
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