Owned by the Fighter
Her heart quickened as she realized where she was—not with her brother and his gang but surrounded by them.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Bastian. But there were too many faces. Not even Anthony or his friends stood out.
Then, a hand extended toward her. Belle turned and found a young man smiling warmly at her.
"Hi, Margarita. I’m Felix.”
Her eyes lingered on his sharp jawline, cleft chin, light brown curls, and wide, honest eyes.
"Be—uh, I mean, Margarita." Belle shook his hand.
“You two here alone?”
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