THE MAFIA DON'S PRETTY BOY
Moments later, he tore off his shirt, put on swim trunks, and stormed down to the beach, rage and heartbreak pumping through his veins.
Francesca and Aria were lounging on daybeds under a striped parasol. Noel was sipping coconut water beside Vincenzo, both half-watching the water.
When Nico burst onto the sand, red-eyed and shaking, they all sat up.
“What the hell happened?” Aria asked.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Nico muttered, charging toward the shoreline.
“Nico…” Noel stood, but Nico was already waist-deep in the ocean.
He dove in.
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