SINFUL LOVE
I gripped my cup tighter.
He barked an order, and everyone obeyed. Even from up here, you could feel the authority in his voice—cold, certain, absolute. Matteo Bianchi, his best friend, called something out, and Ricardo answered with a half-smile that made the crowd near the court erupt in cheers.
Chiara’s tone turned wary. “You know who that is, right?”
“I’ve heard,” I said quietly.
“Everyone here has. The Falconeri heir. No one crosses him. No one even makes eye contact unless he lets them.”
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