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“Felt like it,” Hector said, wincing as he crossed his ankle over his knee. A fresh bruise bloomed purple beneath his cuff.

Lucia nodded toward the bar, where a woman in emerald silk laughed at something a violinist had whispered. “She’s been watching you since you walked in. Art dealer. Very discreet.” Hector Mayal - fucking after a match - Just the...

Hector exhaled a slow smile. “Not tonight, Lucia. Tonight’s for the other kind of entertainment.” “Felt like it,” Hector said, wincing as he

Back in his apartment, he iced his shin, queued up a documentary on Japanese ceramics, and fell asleep with his phone on silent. Tomorrow: recovery, press obligations, tactical review. But tonight had been his. Not the athlete’s. Not the brand’s. “She’s been watching you since you walked in

He ordered an añejo tequila, neat, and settled into a corner banquette. The owner, a retired midfielder named Lucia, slid into the seat across from him. “You look like you ran through a wall tonight.”