“You should enjoy this while you can. Your new trainer won’t take it so easy on you,” Max says with a laugh and hands me a bottle of water. I blink at him. “New trainer?” “Yeah. Didn’t Dante tell you?” Dante is my older brother. The chosen one. Head of the Cosa Nostra and, along with our oldest brother, Lorenzo, a giant pain in my ass. I frown. “No. I don’t need a new trainer.” “Trust me. This one is way better than me.” “Nobody is better than you,” I blurt, and my face flushes with heat at my admission. “Joey.” He narrows his eyes before taking a gulp of his water. “You sure you can’t think
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