What Goes Around Comes Around

Alvis Vinci frowned, retorting, “Where are your manners, Matteo?”

“I’m not a five-year-old child, Father,” Matteo countered, his tone severe. “And stop trying to control my life.”

“What are you talking about?” Alvis asked calmly, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

“Why did you make Tomas Bradford give that statement and ruin Emily’s reputation in public?” Matteo demanded, his authority clear in his voice.

“So, the rumors were right,” Alvis sneered, glaring at his son. “You do care about that whore.”

“She is not a whore!” Matteo roared, slamming his hand on the table where the scotch glasses rested. They jumped, spilling amber liquid over the surface. Bruno and Alvis both trembled, the dreadful aura radiating from Matteo sending chills down their spines.