Matteo's pov.
My blood boiled with rage, blistering my heart with jealousy. No, I couldn't see her with another man. I would fuc.king kill the man who tried to touch my sugar. She was mine. Only mine. I dashed towards them as my feet moved on their own. I clenched my jaws as I saw him smirking. This man had the guts to challenge me. He was provoking the devil itself. He had no idea what he would get in return.
I hastened to reach, pulled my sugar out of his dirty hands, and pushed him slightly back. He stumbled and struggled hard to make himself stand straight. I heard Anna gasping, but I ignored as my focus was on that son of a bit.ch.
“You better stay fuc.king away from my wife,” I growled and glared at him in a death warning.
“Your wife? You two are not together, and she doesn't wa
