Before Johnny could grab Emilia again, Dante appeared out of nowhere. His hand shot forward, clamping around Johnny’s wrist. In one swift, decisive movement, he twisted Johnny’s arm behind his back. Emilia turned around just in time to see Johnny’s face contort with pain as Dante forced him downward, his grip unyielding.
Gasps rippled through the guests nearby as heads turned toward the sudden commotion.
Dante leaned in close, his voice a low, controlled growl near Johnny’s ear. “When a lady says no, you respect her wish, you bastard.” He twisted Johnny’s arm a little more, and Johnny let out a pained yell.
“Let me go, you fool! Let me go, you bastard!” Johnny snarled through clenched teeth. But Dante didn’t react. His face remained cold, his anger sharpened into something quiet and abs
