Matteo’s voice struck Sofia harder than she expected.She turned toward him instinctively, and for a moment she looked past the bruising around his eye, past the fading yellow and purple shadows staining his skin and beyond the injuries, she saw something rare which was honesty and beneath that was vulnerability.It was the kind of raw openness she had never witnessed in men who lived lives like theirs. Men built on violence, loyalty, and silence. Her breath caught in her throat then she felt someone take her hand.She looked down and saw Mike’s fingers laced with hers, his hand was battered and the skin across his knuckles was split then scabbed over.Bruises darkened the back of his hand, and dried blood marked the cracks in his skin.“Holy hell,” I whispered, staring. “Mike…”His jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t pull away.“The money we gave you,” Mike said, voice low and steady, “was stolen from us.”Her eyes lifted sharply to his.“A rival club raided our businesses,” he c
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