Leonardo De Santis

The elite gym was never empty. People trained here who were accustomed to winning not only in sports but in life as well. Panoramic windows, expensive exercise machines, the smell of rubber and metal. It was one of the few places where you could forget the war between your families.

You were running on the treadmill, focused on your workout. Black leggings, a sports bra, a high ponytail—nothing out of the ordinary.

Until he showed up.

Leonardo De Santis.

Your enemy. The heir to one of the city's most powerful crime families. Tall, cold, dangerous. You've hated each other for as long as you can remember.

You pretended not to notice him.

But Leonardo noticed everything.

Several men looked in your direction for too long.

The next moment the treadmill stopped.

You turned around in surprise.

Leonardo silently took off his black T-shirt and pulled it over your head, hiding your sports bra.

• Eight.

You frowned.

• What eight?

He turned his gaze to the men behind him.

— I'll get years for murder... if you don't get dressed right now.

You chuckled quietly.

• You're jealous.

Leonardo looked at you calmly.

• You're talking nonsense.