Chapter 103

After Guerra had finally left, Matteo reached over Gen and snatched the remnants of her drink. Without hesitation, he downed it in one swift gulp before slamming the glass back onto the bar with a sharp, definitive crack. He had convinced himself he could handle it—watching her brush off the advances of other men without losing composure. But the moment Sergei stepped toward her, his vision blurred with a furious red haze, and he immediately sent Frankie to deal with him. When Guerra made his move and Frankie was nowhere to be seen, Matteo knew he had no choice but to intervene personally. He could sense the cold fury radiating off Gen in waves—she was far from pleased. He couldn’t entirely blame her. She sat stiffly in her chair, her posture rigid and unyielding. The only gesture she made was a subtle wave to the bartender, pointing at her now-empty glass.

“Weakness…” Matteo muttered under his breath.

“Save it,” Gen snapped, her voice sharp and cutting.

“I always knew you’d never just wander off with some other guy. That’s the only reason I didn’t tell you earlier…” he trailed off.

“That I was for sale?” Gen exploded, her voice rising as she leaned forward, drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

“You were never for sale,” Matteo replied quietly, his tone low and soothing despite the tension.

“Oh really? Then what about Maisy and… whoever the hell you are? What do you think Mr. Accardi here could get for someone like me?” Gen challenged, raising an eyebrow.