CHAPTER 36
DOMENICO
From behind the tinted glass of the upper gym window, I watched her move like she didn’t have a past anymore.
Maureen was faster than I remembered. Not reckless—measured. Clean lines.
Just pure, ruthless focus.
Arianna circled her like a vulture—cold, exact—but Maureen didn’t flinch, didn’t stumble. Even when she fell, she got up without a word.
No complaints.
No defiance.
Just raw, hungry determination.
She was becoming exactly what I feared and hoped in equal measure: untouchable.
A small knock broke my gaze.
Matteo’s voice followed. “Don?”
I stepped away from the glass and into the dim hallway, letting the door shut behind me.
“She’s sharper,” I said before Matteo could speak.
He nodded once. “Arianna doesn’t play. If she didn’t see potential, she wou
