Fabio exhaled sharply as he settled into his seat, his eyes darting around the dimly lit bar. He had expected Nikolai, not Marcello. His gaze wasn't leaving Marcello as he had a lot of questions running in his head.
But the first thing he was going to do once he left here was to leave a punch on Nikolai's cheek for setting him up with his cousin.
Marcello remained calm as he leaned back in his chair, a slow, satisfied smirk stretching across his lips as he studied Fabio. He swirled the drink in his glass lazily, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and anger.
Fabio broke his gaze with Marcello, staring at the door. He wanted to leave. As if he knew what was going on in his mind, he asked...
"Thinking of leaving so soon?" Marcello mused, setting his drink down. "But we haven't even started talking. That would be rude, Fabio."
Fabio clenched his fists under the table.
"I have nothing to say to you. Nikolai told me he'd be here, not you."
