Clang.Enzo stood and knocked over the metal chair."How is that possible?" His jaw was clenched, his voice low and heavy. "Are you two playing me for a fool? Teaming up to lie to my face?!""Is that even necessary? Mr. Moretti seems to think far too highly of himself."Vincent stood too. He was a little taller than Enzo, and he looked down at him, his voice calm. "We're getting married in a month.""But Mr. Moretti won't be welcome at the wedding.""And, Mr. Moretti, I have to remind you—even setting aside the fact that she's my fiancée, Corinne is an outstanding employee of the Palermo family. She is not a commodity for you to trade."The two men faced off. Enzo could tell Vincent's possessiveness over me wasn't an act.In an instant, jealousy burned his eyes red. He was nearly roaring. "She's my fiancée! I never agreed to cancel the engagement! The one she's supposed to marry is me! Me!"Vincent smiled faintly, but there was something dark in his eyes—and beneath it, a deep ache on
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