GIOVANNI’S POV
“Ah, Giovanni.” Riccardo chuckled, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Is she yours? I had no idea.”
I stared at Riccardo, my hands clenched into fists at my sides as I fought the urge to wrap them around his throat.
"I don't know what you think you're doing," I said. "But if you come near my wife again, I will personally ensure you regret it."
Riccardo had the audacity to smirk. "Come now, Giovanni. I was just being friendly. She's a beautiful woman. Surely you can't expect every man at the party to ignore-"
"I expect every man at this party to keep their f*****g hands to themselves," I interrupted. "Especially you, Riccardo. Don’t think I didn’t hear about what happened at the mall."
His smirk faltered slightly.
"That was just a misunderstanding," he said, "I saw her in the
