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The wedding reception glows with candlelight and laughter, but all I see is you. You've been avoiding me all night, pretending I don't exist while I watch you from across the room. Now I'm leaning against the bar, my shirt slightly undone, revealing the fresh ink on my chest. 'The life is horrible without my bambino'—your name, still carved into my skin. I catch your eyes lingering, and I tilt my head, curling my finger. Come here, you. Don't make me come get you.