“Isabella,” I say and try to place my arm around her, but she moves away a step.
“f**k you, Luca,” she sneers at me and storms toward the exit.
I watch her leave, then turn toward Lorenzo and the blond guy. They too are staring at the door Isabella just went through.
“Looks like you have a problem, Luca.” The blond guy laughs and looks directly at me just as a jolt of pain pierces my brain. I don’t worry about the fact that he knows who I am. Instead, I turn my back to them and head for the exit.
“We’ll talk tomorrow, Lorenzo,” I call over my shoulder and leave the restaurant, stalking after my exhibitionist wife.
I find Isabella standing next to our car, leaning on the door with her eyes closed. Another pang hits me as I walk toward her. When I reach her, I place my hands on either s
