Chapter 61
Leo’s POV I could hear Matteo discussing the details of a deal as we entered the mansion, the air thick with strategy and numbers. I barely registered the words, my mind tuned to the familiar tension creeping in—the sense that something was off. Riccardo, sitting on the couch, shot us a subtle hand gesture, signaling us to quiet down. I raised an eyebrow, curious, and slowly stepped closer, my eyes scanning the living room. Isabella. Her head rested lightly on Riccardo, her chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths. She was asleep. On his lap. My chest tightened, a cold, sharp spike of jealousy shooting through me. I didn’t say a word. Not a word. Every instinct I had screamed at me, warning me not to lose control, yet my fists clenched at my sides anyway. I could feel the musc
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