Chapter 305

He just realized that Luca was gonna burn someone either way. Too chicken to mess with Sebastian, so she went for Sofia instead.

She took Sofia’s bribe and ran. The more Macro pieced it together, the worse his head pounded.

Macro sucked in a breath. “Holy crap.

Luca was the same as ever–sniffing out Sofia’s goodies and snatching them like a hawk, no hesitation.

But Sofia’s stuff wasn’t just free for the taking.

Hasn’t she learned anything after all this time? Macro shook his head, fed up.

He was dizzy now, his brain barely keeping up.

Sebastian lit another cigarette, taking a slow drag as smoke drifted out.

Macro looked up. “Uh, where’s Sofia at right now?”

He also wondered where Luca had taken off to after Long Harbor.

If she went back to Fiorenza now, she’d be begging for Sofia to come after her.

Sebastian’s voice stayed flat. “If nothing’s gone wrong, she’s in Sandara by now.”

“Oh, thank God,” Macro said, letting out a big sigh.

Knowing Sofia wasn’t in Fiorenza, his shoulders finally relaxed.

Then don’t tell Sofia yet,” he said fast, pointing at Sebastian.

If Sofia found out Luca swiped her stuff and bolted, with her temper, they’d be clawing at each other again in no time.

“Sofia, man–what a handful,” Macro grumbled to himself.

wasn’t going anywhere. And still,

been going at it forever. She could trust literally anyone else, but nope–she picked Luca.

up, calm as always. “She’ll figure it out

snapping, “Dude, I’m begging

seemed all cool and collected when he kept

he opened his mouth? Pure stress–like he was gunning for

hearing him talk, his ears were

though–what a disaster. She always had to pick a fight with Sofia,

of Luca and she turned into a raging bull,

played, and Macro couldn’t

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Chapter 305

Sofia had dangled in front of

got Luca to hustle out there,

ten, sunlight pouring through

sheets next to her were

sat there, still groggy, hair a wild mess spilling over her shoulders,

kids, she’d always stuck to him like glue,

when he pulled her in close–his body changing in ways that made it

deep, smooth voice snapped her out of her

the door and saw Sebastian walk in, rocking that

anything, she thought, still

in something this laid–back, he had that sharp, cool edge

yet, mumbling a

room in a couple steps, scooping her out of the blankets and pulling her against

his low voice teasing–like

her just hit different. A little smirk crept onto his face

thrown off.

pushed, voice

still

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