Chapter 120

• Francesco
• I watched, stunned, as the color drained from Marco’s face while he stared at his phone. His eyes widened like saucers, his jaw dropped, and he looked as if he had seen a ghost. I exchanged glances with Bianca, who looked utterly confused, her brows furrowed, her expression questioning what could have suddenly turned his world upside-down.
• “What is it, Marco?” I found myself saying before he even spoke. He tossed the phone toward me as if it burned him, then abruptly stood and flipped the large table, sending glasses, bottles, and plates crashing to the tiles as every man in the room jerked toward us, drawn by the commotion.