“Bianca said no and broke up with him.” Giulia shrugs. “I didn’t understand it then, they seemed like a nice couple. But I understand now.”
I turn toward her and c**k my head. “What, exactly?”
Nonna sighs and shakes her head. “He still has one eye left, but he’s blind as a bat anyway.”
I see Bianca signing something to Milene. When she kisses her sister and turns to walk in our direction, a man approaches her and starts telling her something. He’s in his late twenties, blond, and based on the way he’s speaking to her, they know each other very well.
“Speak of the devil.” Giulia tsks next to me. “Marcus Kuch himself. He never really got over Bianca rejecting him and . . .”
I don’t hear the rest, because the moment I see that bastard put his hand on Bianca’s upper arm, I spring to
