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I laughed, still buzzing.

“He insulted my father. My family name.”

“He insults everyone.”

“Not to their faces.”

She stared at me. Then sighed.

“That was Luca Bellandi, Ayla.”

“I know.”

“This is bad.”

I shrugged.

“Then he shouldn’t have picked a fight with me.”

Bianca looked horrified.

I lit a cigarette with bloody hands. My knuckles throbbed, but it was so worth the pain.

She stared at my face.

“You’re smiling.”

I inhaled a breath. Then exhaled smoke.

“I feel better now.”

“Jesus,” she muttered.

Her phone buzzed in her purse. She checked it. Her expression changed, which I guessed was not a good sign.

“What?”

Bianca looked up.

“Ayla.”

My stomach tightened.

“What?”

She turned the screen. I watched as the video played out. Me grabbing the bottle and hitting Luca across the face. Then punching him in the nose. And the cherry on top-kicking him like a dog so he would stay down.

The views were climbing steadily.

My eyes fell to the caption:

Ventresca Princess Loses It… Again!

I laughed. Honestly? That was a good angle.

Bianca didn’t laugh.

“This is everywhere, Ayla.”