Zayne’s POV
I left the house before anyone even woke up. Reasons: No chance of accidentally seeing Isla.
Nero had texted me his location last night, barely a sentence, no greeting, no explanation. Which already meant he wanted something or was hiding something. Men like Nero don’t casually invite people to their doorstep unless they’re being cocky, reckless, or setting a trap.
With him, it could be all three.
I parked a few meters down from the villa he sent me. It was mid afternoon now. A modern stone and glass place sitting too confidently on the hillside.
I stayed in the car for ten minutes, engine off, eyes on the villa. No movement. No guards. Not even a flicker behind the curtains.
Empty.
But the silence felt wrong—too still, too crafted. Like someone telling me, Come in. I da
