Chapter 4 - THE FALL
Victoria turned at the sound of the opening doors, her expression shifting from anger to sudden, frantic panic.
"Mateo! You weren't supposed to be home until—"
She never finished the sentence.
Mateo crossed the fifteen feet between them like a freight train.
He didn't hesitate.
He slammed his shoulder straight into Victoria’s arm, throwing his full weight into her torso.
The momentum tore her off her feet.
She gasped in shock as her body tumbled backward onto the thick living room carpet.
Her gold satin shirt caught on the edge of the coffee table, sending a glass vase crashing down beside her.
Water and white lilies spilled across the floor, but Mateo didn't even glance at the mess.
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He didn't look at the woman sprawling on the rug, gasping for breath.
He spun around instantly, dropping to his knees on the hard floor.
