Chapter 164

**Mateo**

There’s something about that woman. Not in the poetic, heart-fluttering way that makes normal men go soft. No, this is something different. The kind of fascination that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave. I keep replaying it in my head, the meeting, the noise, the smell of smoke and ink and money, and then her. Quiet, steady, with that cropped dark-brown hair and those eyes like