“Hey, hey, hey, chill, I'm your brother," Dante said as he pointed to himself then brought his hands in front of him in a calming gesture trying to calm Dario, but the look on Dario's face was murderous.
“What gives you the right to think you can touch what's mine?” Dario asked in a deadly voice as he took a threatening step towards Dante and I blocked him immediately. His eyes narrowed at me in warning.
“She's my friend," Dante defended,
“And she's my mate, you're not supposed to look at her or breath in her direction and you have the f*****g guts to hug her,"
“Possessive much," Dante muttered under his breath but Dario heard him.
He was about to take another step towards Dante but I quickly wrapped my arms around him.
“Dante go, quick." I said but Dante just didn't like his head.
