"What the fuck is going on?" Giovanni roared, tightly grabbing Prisana's other free arm and robbing the spotlight so the media stared at him in confused silence.
Or rather, everyone stared at him in confused silence. His eyes followed their arms linked together. Rage boiled even further through his hands as his grip tightened on her arm so hard that it made her flinch. She kept trying to twist away from him but he wouldn't let go of her.
"Hands off my wife or I'll make it so that you can never touch her again," Dane's menacing voice cut through the silence.
This made even Prisana jump inside her skin as she never heard anger so menacing come out from his lips. But the stark silence that met the both of them chilled her to the bone even more.
" 'Your wife?' " came his incredulous voice. "...Yours?"
Giovanni chuckled like mad and regarded the both of them with tired and deranged eyes as if he hadn't slept for days.
