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Silent Communication
Vincenzo was here! With this information, my heart was unknowingly filled with joy. Ric looked at me, and I nodded, understanding spreading over his expression as he cursed under his breath. “This guy is trouble,” Dad mumbled, before starting towards the door with the guard. But before he could step outside, Vin barged in. My heart leaped into my throat and my breathing hitched as I took in his distressed state. His clothes were disheveled as if he had been through a battle. There were marks of hits on his face, and bleeding cuts on his fists. Buttons were torn from his shirt, his suit jacket askew, and his tie missing. It was evident that he had been in a physical altercation. Seeing him in such a state, my heart cried out, knowing that he had been hurt because of me, because of us. De
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