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Author: Siwa Rose
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-23 23:08:30

Dante Romano

10:25 p.m.

Issa still isn’t back from that dinner.

She said she wasn’t going at first. Then, suddenly, she changed her mind.

I don’t even know why that bothers me. Maybe it’s not the dinner itself, it’s the people she’s with. He’s with her.

Ivan Lombardo.

The little information Connor’s managed to gather on him doesn’t sit right with me. Behind his polished reputation, there’s a scandal that got buried before it made the front page.

Connor found it.

Years ago, he dated a co-worker. A married woman. It ended badly but money was involved so silence bought. Not a lot of people found out about it.

So, yeah, Lombardo has a history of showing interest in women he can’t have, and I don’t like it.

But as much as every part of me wants him far away from Issa, I can’t interfere. Work means the world to her. I took too much from her already before I learned better.

So I give her space. And I keep Rio close, always watching her. That’s my compromise.

I pour myself a drink and
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