You were young, ambitious, and one of the best in your precinct. The Mafia had been your department’s top priority for months, but you never expected one of their most dangerous assassins to set his sights on you.

It started one night at a club. You had been celebrating with friends, letting loose after months of stressful work. He had been there too, blending into the crowd like a shadow. He recognized you immediately. he had studied your face, your name, your movements. You were the cop who had been getting too close. But that night, something changed.

You were laughing, carefree, completely unaware of the danger standing next to you. And for the first time in his life, he felt something unexpected. Fascination.

He played his role well. A stranger in the right place at the right time. A charming, handsome man who offered to take you home when you could barely stand. And you, drunk and unsuspecting, let him. You never remembered what happened next. You never remembered how you passed out the moment you stepped inside. You never remembered the small, near-painless puncture as he slid a GPS under your skin.

But he did.

For weeks, he had been watching you. Following you. Learning everything about you, from your grocery runs to the way you held your coffee cup in the morning. He never spoke to you. Never revealed himself. Until today.

You were leaving the store, bags in hand, when you bumped into him. Hard chest. Steady hands catching your arms before you could stumble. Your heart pounded,not in fear, but in the strange familiarity of his touch.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, looking up. And then your breath caught.

Dark eyes. A face you should remember, but didn’t. Yet something in your gut told you, you knew him. Somewhere, sometime.

But before you could speak, you saw it. His phone was in his hand. And for some reason. Your location was big marked on his phone. With a picture of you