Page 76 of Dark Mafia Heir

“Salvatore.” I tilt the glass toward him. “Can’t say the same.”

Grinning, he looks away from me, and the blood in my body boils hotter when he releases a crude and unrefined whistle, gazing desirously at Vivienne. She stiffens when he curls a finger underneath her chin and crooks her head to face him.

“And who’s this vixen? My, my, my...can I have you as my plus one for tonight, pretty one?”

I grit my teeth with anger swelling in my gut. “The only thing you’ll have tonight is a bullet in your brain if you don’t take your hands off my wife.”

One of his bodyguards reaches to grab his gun, but I’m faster. I pull my gun from my holster and aim it at him.

The loud crack of a bullet splitting through the air makes someone scream. Murmurs and hushed whispers spread like wildfire across the room.

“Next time, I won’t miss.”

I drop my gun on the table, aiming the barrel at Salvatore’s chest with my finger still on the trigger. He has a brow raised and a smug smile plastered on his face when he drags his gaze from his bodyguard back to me.

“Interesting.”

“Let's see how interesting you’ll find it when my heels are buried deep in your balls,” Vivienne hisses, her emerald eyes filled with more disgust and rage than I’ve ever seen them. “Get your dirty hands off me,” she grits out.

A burst of pride ripples through my chest. That’s my wife.

Like an arrogant son of a bitch he is, he raises his hand in mock surrender, and another crack splits through the air.

The music stops completely. The hall falls pin-drop silent.

Vivienne gaps when I pull the trigger, and the brown cigar falls to the table.

“Fucking—son of bitch!”Growling, he rises to his feet.

Satisfied, I release my finger from the trigger. “That was to ensure younevertouch her again.”

He points at me with his middle finger. “You’re going to regret this, I swear to you, Mancini. No one, absolutely no fucking one, dares to disrespect me and goes scot-free.”

“Get the fuck out of my face, Russo, before I change my mind about letting you leave here with a hand.”

Seething, and probably regretting his choice of sharing a table with me, he stomps off, his back and bodyguards disappearing between the crowd.

The people are still staring, but, softly, the music rises, and soon enough, the party resumes as if nothing had just happened.

I cup Vivienne’s chin, lifting it up.

The shock is still visible in her eyes when she searches my face and licks her lips. “Antonio?”

I raise a brow to let her know I’m listening.

“Did you really have to do that?”

I lean back on my chair, and closely watch the phonies in the room. If Salvatore wasn’t out for me before, he certainly is now.

“Except you enjoyed it, yes, and even if you didn’t enjoy it, yes, I really had to do that. And if I have to do it again, I’ll do ita hundred more fucking times,gattina. No one gets to fucking touch you like that except me.”

I don’t look at her, because I’m still fuming, and don’t want her to feel like I’m redirecting the heat. After a brief moment of quiet, she mumbles a quiet, “thank you,” leans forward to press a kiss against my cheek, and withdraws into the shell the drama brought her out from.

Before I am able to interrogate her, Lorenzo appears from out of nowhere, shoving his face between hers and mine.

Expression taut, and eyes hard, he lowers his voice. His hair

falls forward, and he brushes the loose strands behind his ear. “Nio, there’s an update.”

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