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Antonio leaned back in his chair, letting the cold bottle of beer rest against his lips for a moment before speaking again. "At least he's put an end to our little competition. No more trying to win her over, huh? But honestly, I don't think Alex is that kind of woman."
Marlo tilted his head in agreement, eyes narrowed. "Right. She seems... different. Nervous, but not like she's worried we're going to seduce her. It's more like she’s always on edge around us, as if she's trying to figure us out."
Cash grunted in agreement. "Nikolai's not used to being around a woman like her. He’s had plenty of experience with women—just look at Denise. She was always the type to latch on, always desperate for control. Alex is a completely different animal."
Antonio’s eyes flickered with somethi
