Giovanni
Gianluca has his arms already opened in my direction as he walks up to my table and takes his place before me.
I can see Danielle still standing in her spot shell-shocked as her brother’s hiss gets her to move and scurry away.
Balling my fist, I keep myself from pulling my gun.
No one should dare to shoo around my woman.
“I don’t remember having invited you to sit at my table, Gianluca,” I say coldly, while Giulio sits in the chair next to him.
“Oh, come on, chill. We were passing by and thought of visiting his pearl. And look who we find here.”
Thanks to my stupid, little game, Danielle is now forced to serve me my drink between the two of them.
As she stands to take their order, Giulio lifts his hand to pinch her, making her yelp in pain.
My brain puts out every
