Dante’s POV
"What the hell is going on here?" Marco asked, his eyebrows furrowed and his hands balled into fists.
I took a step back from Aria, who was almost shaking.
"I was just checking on her, Marco. Relax—"
"Why would you be checking up on my wife? Are you a f*****g doctor?" he snapped, walking toward me. I stepped aside so he wouldn’t come any closer. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself if he did.
"There's no reason to exaggerate this, Marco—it's not like we were fucking." I snapped, and he turned toward me, his eyes burning with rage.
"Yeah, but you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, walking closer and shoving me backward into the wall.
"Marco, please stop—" Aria began to plead.
"You—just shut the hell up!" he yelled, turning to her. "Is this another one of your l
