Romano's POV
"She's been released?" The question was a low growl that barely filled the room, yet it felt like a gunshot. My grip on the phone corded my knuckles white.
"Yes, and everything has been settled." Elena's voice was calm, a sharp contrast to the tremor in my chest.
"And her trucks...?"
"They have been returned to her."
"Good job," I conceded, a muscle ticking in my jaw. A dry chuckle crackled on the other end.
A heavy silence followed, thick and suffocating.
"Her hatred for you is palpable. I'm sure she wouldn't miss any opportunity to get rid of you."
"I know..." I swallowed, the words a cold shard of glass breaking somewhere deep inside.
"She thinks you're the one who reported her to the police. She hates you all the more for it." She paused, letting the accusation h
