Marco
I raised an eyebrow when Lorenzo growled, “This isn’t how you treat men, you Haydens. I'm not some little boy for your brother to snatch my fiancée from in front of everyone.”
The atmosphere in the parking lot grew heavier by the second. His three guards stood behind him, their hands resting on the guns at their waistbands.
“Don’t cross the line, Lorenzo. You're the one who started messing around.” Ricardo growled back, taking a step toward him.
I grabbed his arm, stopping him from going any further. We don't need a bloodbath right now.
Lorenzo sneered, “Messing around? She's my fiancée, and it's only a matter of time before she will be in my house, my room, and my bed.”
For some reason, I silently thanked God that Luca wasn't here to hear this.
“Since when do we fight over w
