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Chapter 28 HIS HOME

The bar looked the same. Loud, pulsing with life, half-lit by neon blues and cigarette haze. But to Nico, it felt like a different world entirely.

Marco spotted him first, his apron still tied around his waist. “Holy hell,” he muttered, before striding toward Nico and pulling him into a rough hug. “...