Everything seemed calm—
Until Tony spoke.
"Oh, look who's finally here," he said lazily. "The man whose father-in-law almost killed him yesterday."
Mark immediately looked up. "What are you talking about?"
Tony blinked dramatically. "Wait… your brother didn't tell you? Adrian's father almost killed him yesterday."
Matteo's expression darkened instantly.
"Tony," he said warningly. "I'm here to eat. Don't start."
Tony shrugged. "What? I'm not even talking to you. I'm talking to Mark."
Mark stood up immediately, his face pale with concern. He quickly moved toward Matteo, checking him over in panic, his hands moving across his body.
The moment he reached his arm, Matteo winced sharply.
Mark's expression changed instantly. "What happened to your arm?" he asked.
"Matteo, "what happened?" he asked again, more seriously this time.
"There's nothing to worry about, Mark," Matteo replied.
Mark looked at him. "How bad is it?"
Tony leaned back in his chair, as if enjoying a movie.
