Matteo POV
“Matteo, what are you doing here?” Elizabeth asked, a mixture of surprise and gratitude on her face. Matteo had entered not long after her, quietly taking in the scene. He sensed she was trying to be brave, trying to prove a point, but he couldn’t help feeling a desperate need to protect her.
“I was in the neighborhood and I thought I’d drop in,” he winked, trying to pull her toward him, but the i***t still holding her hand wouldn’t let go. Matteo had watched this asshole practically blackmail Elizabeth into dancing with him, all the while trying to undermine her confidence.
“I don’t know who the hell you are, but Elizabeth is mine,” the man had the audacity to say. Matteo’s eyes darkened as he straightened his shoulders.
“I think you’re mistaken, compare, Elizabeth isn’t a
