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“That’s rich—coming from a bastard son.” Irritation snapped through Angelo’s spine. “What the hell? You’d better watch your mouth.” Silence stretched between them. Then Max tilted his head, faking sympathy. He nodded, and Romeo emerged from behind him, offering a manila folder. “I think you need to look at this,” Romeo said. There was something in the way Max spoke that sent a shiver skittering down Angelo's back, but he took the file anyway. His fingers cramped as he flipped it open.

I stayed under the water until my fingertips wrinkled, then stood staring at the fogged glass, tracing an invisible line down the center. When I finally stepped out, I dressed simply — jeans, a black sweater, my hair tied back. No makeup. Just clean skin and clear eyes. The suite’s dining area was set with untouched breakfast: fruit, pastries, a silver pot of coffee still warm. Miles always thought ahead. I ate half a croissant before setting it down again, appetite tangled with nerves. The folder on the bedside table called to me. I opened it carefully, expecting documents — and found exactly that.