ARIA’s POV

I laid on the bed, my eyes fixed on the door as it creaked open. Matteo had ordered for my release, and now I enjoyed my soft plush bed. Matteo entered, a smile plastered on his face, and my heart raced with fear. He approached me, his eyes soft and warm.

 "Hey, Aria," he says, his voice low and smooth. "How are you doing?"

  I remained silent, my eyes locked on his, my mind racing with thoughts of escape.

  Matteo chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I remember how you always fall off the bed when we sleep together. You take up so little room, and I...