Isabella
We finally made it home and just as I’d expected the house was empty. They’d be out for hours. Arturo didn’t put me down until we reached my bedroom. He dumped the helmets on the floor in the corner before shrugging off his jacket and letting it fall to the floor. His brow ticked with a barely contained wince. No matter how much he tried to hide it, his pain was as clear as day.




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