MATTEO’s POV

I pulled into Charles' compound, my eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. Aria's hand was still clenched around mine, her eyes fixed on the rearview mirror as if she expected the figure from the mansion to appear at any moment. 

I parked the car and turned off the engine, my gaze locking onto Charles, who was waiting for us, his cigar smoke curling into the air. I could sense his tension, his eyes narrowing as he took in our disheveled appearance. I was wearing only my shorts, and Aria was clad in my t-shirt, her legs bare and her hair disheveled. I knew we looked...