Marco’s POV
Timothy’s grip was like a steel clamp on Marco’s shoulder, yanking him backward before he could take another step toward Sade and Adamo.
“Hey, chill,” Timothy hissed in his ear, dragging him away from the hallway before Marco could do something really stupid.
Marco barely heard him. His pulse pounded in his ears, his breath ragged as his eyes stayed locked on Sade’s retreating form. She didn’t even look back.
Didn’t even hesitate.
Timothy didn’t let go until they were halfway down the hall, practically shoving Marco through the doorway of his hotel room.
“The f**k is wrong with you?” Timothy snapped, slamming the door shut behind them. “You were two seconds away from making a scene out there!”
Marco jerked away, pacing to the other side of the room, running his hands ov
