The Kiss 

GIOVANNI’S POV “Ah, Giovanni.” Riccardo chuckled, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Is she yours? I had no idea.” I stared at Riccardo, my hands clenched into fists at my sides as I fought the urge to wrap them around his throat. "I don't know what you think you're doing," I said. "But if you come near my wife again, I will personally ensure you regret it." Riccardo had the audacity to smirk. "Come now, Giovanni. I was just being friendly. She's a beautiful woman. Surely you can't expect every man at the party to ignore-" "I expect every man at this party to keep their fucking hands to themselves," I interrupted. "Especially you, Riccardo. Don’t think I didn’t hear about what happened at the mall." His smirk faltered slightly. "That was just a misunderstanding," he said, "I saw her in the lingerie section and I was simply offering fashion advice. Nothing inappropriate about…" My vision went red. Matteo had called me immediately after the incident, explaining how Riccardo had corner