From Lies To Love
"I should've known you'd be the type to pick a rivalry team. But fine, I'll give you that—Barcelona's got some of the best players in history."
"Darn right," I muttered, crossing my arms.
We might have sat that way for a while, comfortable in the shared laughter, in the easy banter. It was surreal, really, how natural it felt. Like we were not entangled in a world of blood and revenge, like the weight of the mafia, of Vivian, of the danger looming over us didn't exist.
But it did. And that reality came crashing back when Simeon's expression shifted slightly, his amusement giving way to something more thoughtful.
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