Lorenzo's sarcastic voice cut through the tension at the worst possible moment, just when Franco was about to lose it, possibly his patience or, who knows, his sanity over Susan, with jealousy simmering in his veins.
"What's your deal?" Franco asked tensely.
"What a temper! I just dropped by to say hello and, of course, to meet your new girlfriend. My mom and my wife are chilling at the house with Uncle Donato. Lots of buzz about your new catch," Lorenzo grinned with that infuriatingly cynical expression, pushing Franco's buttons.
Franco menacingly approached his cousin, grabbing him by the collar.
"Susan is not some possession, not an object," he retorted, his gaze locked onto his cousin's, "don't mess with her," he warned, his tone dripping with threat.
Lorenzo shot him a resentful
