Marcello’s eyes raked over her figure, and his jaw clenched. She was dressed in tight gym wear far too tight for his liking. The sight of her like that, exposed to every pair of eyes in the training yard, sent a primal urge roaring through him. He wanted to shield her away, keep her hidden somewhere only he had access to. But he held himself back. For days now, his mind had been clouded with foolish impulses, and this one was no different.

Across the yard, Leone gestured for her to come at ...