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Chapter Twenty Four

Author: Carabella
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-24 00:18:45

Alessia’s POV

FEW DAYS LATER

“Relax, it’s just school,” I muttered to myself as Matteo’s car rolled to a stop in front of the massive iron gates.

Matteo leaned back in his seat, one hand on the steering wheel, a teasing smile already forming on his lips. “Good luck, signorina undercover,” he said, voice dripping with mockery. “Don’t seduce anyone, don't crush on anyone and try not to get expelled on your first day.”

I shot him a look. “Funny. Don’t you have a gunfight to attend or something?”

He chuckled, reaching over to flick an imaginary speck of dust off my shoulder. “You look too sweet to be dangerous, cara. Don’t ruin the illusion.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You’re lucky I like you, Matteo.”

He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “The honor is mine.”

“Don't forget what your new name is.”

I stepped out before he could say anything else, slamming the door shut and catching the sound of his laughter fading as the car pulled away
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