Chapter 29. Who Won?

VALENTINO

I followed Vicente’s gaze and landed on Rose, who stood there looking like a helpless little girl, desperately thinking about what to do.

I scoffed at first, followed by a short laugh, and then a continuous, loud laugh that made the three people in the room stare at me.

“Sure. Let’s have a good fight, brother,” I pretended to straighten my brother’s clothes as he watched me with a confused look. “Don’t get hurt, though,” I added with an angry look and turned away, leaving without another word.

All the while on my way to my room, I couldn't imagine my fears were coming to pass. The day my brothers would want to fight with me for Sabatini Internationals, the one thing I’ve lived for, apart from Rose, my mate. I don't know if she knew or felt it, but the attraction between the two of us was undeniable.

I drew in a deep breath as I made my way to the bathtub and dipped myself in, trying to shove the troubling thoughts away, but they stuck to me as if glued. She was the reason for