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Intro. Before the Door Opened Cole Valentino didn’t believe in love. He believed in leverage. Control was cleaner. Safer. Control didn’t wake you up at night wondering who might use your name against you tomorrow. Italian blood from his father. Spanish from his mother. Two legacies stitched together with violence, loyalty, and money old enough to have its own gravity. At school, he was just Valentino. Outside of it, that name made grown men straighten their backs. Cole sat in the back row like a king who didn’t need a throne. One arm draped over the chair beside him, long legs stretched out, posture relaxed but watchful. Everything about him said don’t try. Most people listened. Around him, his friends filled the space like an extension of his authority

Cole Valentino

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