CASSANDRA'S POV~
I swallowed hard, yanking Adriano’s sleeve a little harder now as I silently begged him not to do something reckless—like bash Dario’s head into the concrete. “Please,” I whispered under my breath, “for the love of God, just walk away. Don’t give these people a show.”
Cameras were out. Phones lifted. The internet was probably live-streaming this circus. Two men fighting over me? No, thank you. That’s not the kind of viral I wanted to be.
Thankfully—miraculously—Adriano threw one last glare at Dario that looked like it could murder three generations of his bloodline, then turned sharply to me. Without a word, his hand clamped around my wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and he dragged me out of the restaurant like I was some briefcase.
I looked back over my shoulder,
