Chapter 93. Loving the Same Girl

Vincenzo POV

I knew this moment was coming.

The moment where everything we’ve been hiding… pretending… ignoring… finally snaps.

It happens right during dinner, when Riccardo says Elena is his.

The moment Riccardo says “She is mine,” something inside me snaps so violently I nearly see white.

I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms, trying….begging….myself not to put Riccardo straight through the wall.

But Nico beats me to the reaction.

“Say that again,” Nico growls.

Riccardo doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t blink.

“I. Am. Not. Sharing.” He repeats , laying emphasis on each word.

He steps away from his chair with the kind of terrifying calm only Riccardo has. The kind that comes right before something violent.

Then he turns and walks out of the dining room.

Like he didn’t just throw a bomb in the middle of the table.

Nico pushes his chair back so hard it nearly topples.

“Oh hell no. You’re not