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uilt on blood, s

il he met Sop

ed into the high-stakes poker game, her piercing green eyes scann

, Sophia?" Marco asked, his

iant. "Father sent me

ell Giovanni I'm

ed. "You're making

d her, focusin

periodically delivering

aloof, unmoved

night, Sophia's

Marco – heartless," she

owed. No one spoke

phone rang. Giovanni was

ready to strike. But S

across the room,

ing back?" Marco grow

o show you there's more to

ed. "You're playing

ocked, the a

aw Sophia – not as the rival

d her, ste

phia. Before i

hed his. "Is that a

aw clenche

rted, Marco's t

ling that Sophia had awak

amilies' hat

everything for th

orgive him for his cold