Mats and Secrets

Mateo POV

I’m pacing my room, the walls feeling too close, the air too hot, like it’s choking me. My hands are fists, nails biting my palms, and my chest’s tight—has been since Ortiz dragged me into his office this morning. “Fighting at practice, Vargas?” he’d snapped, leaning over his desk, that s...

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