Leo saluted me with his coke. “Kinda boring, isn’t it?”
Boring? No. Scary? Intense? Out of control? Yes.
“Don’t you like coming here?”
He wrinkled his nose. “I do, most of the time. But clubbing reminds me of a part of my past I want to forget.” When he was younger, Leo had a mishap on his path to being polo’s absolute leader. As a prodigy, he started playing at a young age and ended up missing classes and failing most of them. Because of that, his father forbade him to play tournaments until he finished high school. Jealous of seeing his brothers and cousin playing, Leo rebelled. He went down a dark path he wasn’t proud of. Thank goodness he came back around, and he always said part of it was because of his twin sister, his brothers, and his cousin, and the other part was because of Ha
