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Stephanie grabbed a rib with her fork, frowning. “She just got off the plane and took off?” It threw her off. Her fork hung there, like she couldn’t believe it.

Macro nodded, wiped out. “Yup.” His voice was flat, like all the energy had been drained out of him.

Stephanie raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that a win? You know how it goes—piss off Seb, and no one’s bailing you out.” Sure, Sebastian spoiled her sometimes, but getting him to stick up for someone? Fat chance. He hated shady favors, even if she begged—he wouldn’t budge.

Macro rubbed his temples. “Yeah, well, she went and pissed off your scary sister too.” He winced just saying it, his forehead creasing like it hurt to think about.

Stephanie blinked, totally lost. “Talk about a dead-end move,” she groaned inside. She put her fork down. “What’d she do to tick off my sister?”

Macro let out a long breath. “Took Sofia’s money and ran.” Stephanie’s eyes popped wide. She froze, her brain stalling out. Stealing Sofia’s cash and bolting? That took some nerve. It wasn’t as bad as crossing Sebastian, but Sofia wasn’t exactly a pushover either.

Stephanie grabbed her water. “Is Luca just done with Fiorenza or what?” She shook her head, mentally wishing Luca luck. Picking Sofia to mess with? She must’ve forgotten how that always turned out. Those two clashed like oil and water every time, and Luca never came out on top.

Macro waved it off. “Don’t even ask.” Luca acted like she’d lost her mind this time—too far gone.

Stephanie stabbed a piece of food. “Why’s she got to mess with either my sister or my brother?” At first, she’d dragged Sofia’s crew to Long Harbor, like she wanted to dance through Sebastian’s danger zone. But this twist? Insane. Fiorenza was about to turn into a total circus—Stephanie could see it coming.

Macro winced. “Right? Why even pick one to fight? Wait—you still call Sebastian ‘brother’? Man, that’s a bit weird.” Stephanie’s hand froze mid-bite.

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Macro always switched gears that fast. She gave him a flat stare. That didn’t matter now, compared to the fire Luca had lit. Her face went stiff, and she snapped, “Focus on Luca instead, okay?”

Macro scratched his head. Just wondering. Oh, hey—how’s Sebastian in bed lately? He leaned in, all nosy, “Stamina? He’s been off the scene forever—his game’s probably…”

“Cough, cough—cough!” Stephanie choked hard, totally thrown off. Maybe Macro’s ridiculous comment was just too much—Stephanie choked on her water, coughing like crazy. She was wheezing, eyes watering as she tried to catch her breath. Sebastian had forgotten something and walked back in right as Macro doubled down with another line. Seeing Stephanie struggling, his face went dark, eyes cold as ice. He crossed the room in a few quick steps and kicked Macro square in the shin, no warning.

Macro yelped, almost falling off his chair, grabbing his leg. “What the—” He stopped mid-curse, looking up to see Sebastian towering over him. The rest of it got stuck in his throat. Rubbing his aching shin, he mumbled, “Did I say something dumb again?” He’d already forgotten the bomb he’d dropped on Stephanie—like it slipped his mind. Not only did he ask, he’d gone off on some detailed rant about Sebastian’s bedroom game, like he was hosting a freaking talk show.

Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re that curious about how I am in bed?” Stephanie had just gotten her breath back when that hit. She choked again, throat burning, face turning bright red as she pounded her chest.

Macro stuttered, “Uh, I mean—” Sebastian slid over to Stephanie, rubbing her back gently, all soft and careful. But Stephanie wasn’t about to let it slide. She glared at Macro. “You saw him get ointment last time, did you? You know what it was for, and you’re still asking me now?”

Macro blinked, totally blank. Sebastian stopped too, giving him a hard, silent look. Macro’s lip twitched. He glanced at Sebastian, then back at Stephanie. “Alright, Stefi,” he said, “you’re a trip.” Stephanie buried her face in Sebastian’s stomach, gripping his shirt tight. “This is contagious,” she grumbled to herself, “like a damn virus.” Macro’s loudmouth guy vibe had rubbed off, turning her into some blunt-talking mess.

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Sebastian gave Macro a stare that could slice through steel. Macro swallowed hard, hands up. “My bad, alright?” With Luca’s drama still hanging around, he wasn’t about to mess with this ticking time bomb. He took off, practically sliding out the door like he couldn’t get away fast enough.

Stephanie huffed, reaching up to twist Sebastian’s side hard. “This is on you.” Now everybody knew, and every random jerk she bumped into had a grin and a smartass comment ready. She was pissed. Sebastian winced at the pinch, frowning as he grabbed…