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“Who is that?” he growls.

Words escape me. What the hell do I say?

“Chi diavolo è lui, Olivia? Translation: Who in the fucking hell is he, Olivia?

“You’re trying my patience. Answer my question. Who is that man?” he barks.

“He’s my date.”

“What?”

I flinch.

“Vi ammazzo entrambi con le mie fottute mani.” Translation: I’ll kill you both with my bare fucking hands.

The door of the restaurant bursts open and Franco appears. I turn toward him in a rush. I know I need to get rid of him.

“I need to talk to you. Inside… now.”

“I thought I told you to fuck off!” Franco yells at Rico.

Jeez, what is this power tripper on? “Franco, stop, please.”

Enrico steps closer to Franco. “Be very careful.”

“You be careful,” Franco replies.

“Franco, stop it.” Ugh, all men are idiots.

“Get away from her,” Franco says as he pushes Enrico hard in the chest.

Enrico smiles at Franco, and he has this creepy calmness about him. “Push me again,” he dares him.

My eyes widen. “Stop it!”

“Go on,” Enrico whispers.

What the actual hell is going on here? “Stop it, you idiots.”

“Get on Tinder and find your own date!” Franco yells.

Enrico’s horrified eyes come to me. “You met him on Tinder?”

My heart sinks.

Enrico loses control and turns to Franco. He punches him hard in the face, and Franco floats to the ground like a feather.

“Oh my God!” I bend to help Franco. “What the hell are you doing?”

Enrico’s nostrils flare as he glares at me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look so angry. “Ti porto fino a qui e ti trovo con qualcun altro? Che diavolo sta succedendo?” Translation: I bring you all the way here and find you with someone else? What in the fucking hell is going on?

“What are you saying?” I cry. “I don’t understand you.”

“All this time,” he whispers, almost to himself. He shakes his head in disgust as his furious eyes hold mine. “And now I find out you’re just another desperate Tinder girl.”

My face falls.

He turns and pushes out of the foyer and through the front doors, storming outside.