Twisted Hearts ( The Camorra Chronicles 5)

She was in gym clothes, which looked like they might have been Diego’s a long time ago: too big sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt. The door swung open and Diego stepped inside, his dark hair styled in that annoying out-of-bed look he’d adopted recently to appear cool. She was majoring in Entrepreneurship in preparation to take over the Arena in the distant future. Some color finally filled her cheeks, but she was still a small, thin child.