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Laughter and sin blending into one intoxicating atmosphere. But Marco didn’t see any of it. Didn’t hear it. Didn’t feel it.
All he saw...Was red.
By the time he reached the changing room corridor, the music dulled slightly, replaced by chatter, heels clicking, the soft murmur of dancers preparing for the next set.
And there—was Ricardo standing too comfortably, too casually, talking, laughing.
Marco’s vision tunneled. "You fucking son of a bitch! I’m goi ...
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