Too Late to Ghost Him — Damien's Vicious Sparring

And for no reason at all, Damien's face flashed through my mind. I shut my mouth and shook my head. No reason. There just isn't anything there. The Moretti private range was cold, even indoors.

Damien stood in the shooting lane, sleeves rolled up, signet ring glinting under the lights. Luca, his oldest friend, was supposed to be sparring with him. It wasn't going well.

Damien moved like he wanted to break something. Every shot was precise. Every hit was vicious. When they switched to blades, Luca barely escaped with his pride.

Again. Damien said his voice could have frozen water. Luca held up both hands. No, absolutely not.

I like my ribs where they are. From the side, two men watched and shook their heads. What's wrong with him today? Last time he was like this, it was because of that girl.

The online one? The one who ghosted him. You mean the same girl? I'm saying Damien Marotti doesn't break twice over different people.