Alpha Lorenzo
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The Beta stayed leaning on the railing, his eyes practically bulging out.
Who knew how much money he’d bet on this race.
The scent of expensive cigars floated through the air, along with whispers, some happy, some not so much...
Lorenzo just wanted the damn race to end so he could leave with Victoria, or at least get that message that was driving him out of his mind.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated inside his jacket, and he pulled it out discreetly.
His brow furrowed right away.
It wasn’t a "Done" message. Leo was calling him over and over... something had gone wrong...