Luca Moretti POV“I’m not some fucking street rat you can throw around!” Teo snarls, his leather vest creaking as he lunges forward.“Shut your mouth,” Nic warns, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low hiss. “We’re inside a private clinic.”“I didn't mean to push Daniels that far into the current,” Teo grumbles, turning his face away from the corridor lights. His eyes are raw, wet with unshed tears.“Look at you, you’re fucking crying,” I say, mocking him to hide how loose my own chest feels.“Back off!” Teo snaps, his jaw tight.He violently wipes his face with the heavy sleeve of his jacket.“I don't have a vendetta against Daniels,” he mutters.“Neither do I,” Nic adds, his expression completely fractured.“Yeah, but you don't feel the pull the way I do,” I say, my throat closing up as the reality hits. Teo’s head snaps up, his eyes widening. A rogue tear slips down my cheek. I turn to bolt down the hallway, unable to let them see me break, but Nic lunges out. His heavy arms lock
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