*Bianca's POV*Paolo nodded once. A gesture of respect.“Alright,” he said, stepping back. “You pass the basics.”Giovanni leaned over the railing. “Basics? Paolo, she just kicked your ass.”“It was light sparring,” Paolo snapped.“You’re still breathless,” Mario pointed out.“I’m fine,” Paolo growled.“You’re sweating,” Giovanni added.Paolo flipped him off.They laughed.But Erico wasn’t laughing.He was now standing in the ring.Eyes locked on me.“I want to see her form,” he said calmly, but his voice vibrated with something deeper.Paolo’s brows lifted. “Erico. No. You’re too-”“I said form,” Erico repeated.Mario whispered loudly, “You’re too emotionally compromised to spar her, man.”“I am not emotionally compromised,” Erico snapped.Giovanni cackled. “That’s exactly what someone emotionally compromised would say.”Vincenzo finally cut in. “Let him.”“But-”“Paolo,” Vincenzo said calmly. “If Bianca can handle him, she can handle anyone.”Paolo reluctantly stepped back.My pulse
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