"You think you're some kind of hero, don't you?" Matthew sneered, his voice low and dripping with venom as he stepped closer to Finlay.
Finlay didn't flinch; his jaw just clenched. "No, I'm just someone who won't stand by and watch you bully Luciana."
"Bully?" Matthew laughed, a hollow, cold sound. "You don't know the first thing about us. She's using you, just like she used me.
"That's enough!" I snapped, stepping between them. My heart was pounding, my voice shaking, but I wouldn't back down. "This isn't about you, Matthew. It's about Mia."
Matthew's eyes flickered to me, narrowing. "Don't fool yourself, Luciana. He doesn't care about you or your son. Men like him only care about their image."
Finlay's voice remained even, though his hands were in fists. "Say whatever you want about
