SINFUL LOVE
“Giovanni told me your focus is slipping. You forget who you are, Ricardo?”
“No, sir.”
“You’re my son. The Falconeri name runs through your veins. You carry the weight of this family, the business, our future. There’s no space for weakness, or for… childish distractions.”
I keep my expression blank, the way he taught me.
But inside, my mind’s a storm.
Childish distraction.
If only he knew.
He goes on about numbers, alliances, the next shipment. I hear words, not meaning. All I see is her—Aurora—when she whispered don’t and I stayed anyway.
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