My Fiance's Gone, His Brother Stayed
But as we walked in, we ran right into trouble.
Marco and Lola were stepping out of a prenatal exam room.
"Well, well," Marco smirked. "Just got engaged and already hitting up doctors?"
Dante's face darkened, but he stayed silent.
Marco raised his voice. "Let me guess—you're here to patch up my crippled brother? Or maybe to check on my future sister-in-law's—"
He paused, eyes sweeping over me like poison.
"Marco, stai zitto!" Dante's voice dropped low, cold as hell.