"Keep an eye on that bitch," Antonio muttered into his phone, his voice tight. "Everything she does. Who she talks to, where she goes, the whole shebang. I want to know what she's up to, got it?"

"Understood, sir," Bruno replied, his voice a little hesitant. "Do you... also want full surveillance on Camila Lopez?"

Antonio paused, his eyes darkening. Memories, sharp and unwelcome, flooded back – the defiance in Camila's eyes, the unexpected touch in the car.

He gritted his teeth, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The audacity of that woman... she'd dared to provoke him.

He let out a short, sharp breath, dragging a hand through his...