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Chapter 72 HIS DRIVER FOR THE NIGHT

Marissa slid in beside Giovanni like she belonged there. Her voice was soft, but Nico could hear the occasional laughter—light, flirty, and constant. He couldn’t make out the words, but it didn’t matter. The sound alone was enough to set his teeth on edge.

She had smiled at him when she came in—Nico...