pushe him to the edge At the bar the next night, Lorenzo lounged in the VIP section like a king on a throne he no longer wanted—Matteo on one side, Rafael on the other, the low thrum of bass vibrating through the floor and up into his chest. Crystal bottles gleamed under the crimson lights,...
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