"Don't you dare hurt her!!" he snarled. In one swift motion, he seized his father by the collar, yanking him close, his eyes blazing with a deadly promise.
Mr. De Rossi's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected his son to snap so violently in front of an audience. Yes, he knew Dante feared no one, not even his own father. Respect had long been absent in their relationship, replaced by mutual disdain and cold necessity. But this very public act of defiance over a woman he found intolerable.
Alisha.
It was obvious now. She had him wrapped around her delicate little fingers. The thought soured his stomach.
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd. A number of guests turned their heads, faces twisted with shock and intrigue. This was supposed to be a charity gala, an evening of shallow smiles and empty donations. Instead, they were witnessing a near-brawl between father and son.
