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Valentina hadnât always been involved in the family business. Sheâd been kept in the dark, thinking that Diablo was just another club and her brother had made his money selling weed. Only when she found of the truth, it didnât send her running for the hills. She may have been impulsive and carefree, but loyalty meant something to Valentina. Family meant something to Valentina. And that meant protecting them, even if she didnât always agree with the method of choice. She much rather preferred the fun side of things, the less violent sides. The part that made her blood rush, without someone elseâs dripping on the ground.Â
It was the one part she wasnât all too fond of. Valentina wasnât innocent by any means, but there was a level to chaos that liked. Perhaps knowing all she could was the only peace of mind she could offer herself these days. The false belief that knowing thy enemy could stop them. âI guess itâs a good thing I like the attention then.â Of course, she knew who the man was in front of her. Marcus Hamilton. But she had this funny little habit of pretending to be unaware. Maybe it was because she pulled it off so well. After all, people thought that the wildchild Navarro sister only knew so much. âSo, what kind of guy are you? All about the spotlight or more in the shadows?â
âDo I look like Iâm hiding?â He challenged. Marcus might not be so bold on the street, but this was far more his dominion than hers. The home-ground advantage left him so secure he didnât bother glancing over his shoulders the way he mightâve anywhere else. No Navarro was wasting him in this club, not one single chance in hell. âI donât know if youâve noticed, thereâs not much love for your family round here.â Nor the Solanoâs. Marcus had eyes on both for Julianna, certain that one of the families held the secrets that would lead back to Victor. âBut you know that, so if youâve got something youâre looking for here; maybe I can help you out.â















