"What’s that?" Ricardo asked, swallowing his saliva.
"A DNA test confirming that I’m Angelo’s father," I replied, my eyes sparking fire.
They exchanged dark glares. I tossed the paper into my pocket and sniffed. The bitter taste in my heart got the better of me. Then, with all the rage exploding in my veins, I punched Marco in the face. He stumbled back a few steps, then wiped the blood flooding from his nose and mouth.
"Fck. I didn’t expect that you’d figure it out, Luca," he said, his eyes meeting mine.
His words enraged me further.
"And what the fck is that supposed to mean?" I growled, digging my fingers into his neck.
"I saved you from feeling what you’re feeling now," he replied, trying to pull my hand away as his face turned red.
"No one has the right to decide for me," I sho
