Bianca's POV

Jenny and I stepped out of the car, exhausted but feeling a small sense of accomplishment after managing to give Russell the slip earlier. It had been a long day, and all I wanted was to get inside, grab something to eat, and collapse on my bed. But as soon as we walked toward the front door, I saw him. Russell. Leaning casually against the porch railing, his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk playing on his lips.

“What’s this?” Jenny muttered under her breath, her expression immediately hardening.

I glanced at her, then back at Russell. “Trouble,” I replied quietly.

“Ladies,” Russell greeted us, his...