Page 65 of A Valentino Reunion

He doesn’t react. Doesn’t even blink for what feels like an hour, though it’s probably only minutes. And then, before I know what’s happening, he’s jumping over the table before his hands wrap around my throat.

ChapterThirty-Five

“Fuck!” I’m out of my seat the second I see Dominic hop over the table and knock my fucking son to the ground. I don’t care who the fuck he is. No one lays their hands on my kids.

By the time I have my arm around Dominic’s neck, pulling him off, he’s already landed a good hit to Lorenzo’s face. My son doesn’t fight back, which just pisses me off. I know he’s holding back because of Kyla. I, however, don’t have that issue. I yank Dom’s body, dragging him away from my son. The fucker throws his head rearward and connects it with my face.

I hear the sounds of everyone screaming and ignore them as I use all of my weight to throw Dominic down. Bringing my fist back, I connect my knuckles with his jaw. I get him three times before I’m pulled back by my brothers.

“Touch my kid again, I will fucking kill you,” I hiss as Theo and Romeo hold on to my shoulders.

Dominic is already on his feet. Luca, Neo, and my father are in front of him, separating the two of us. He spits out a mouthful of blood. “Do your best. Because I’m not just going to touch your son. I’m going to fucking dismember him. Feed the fucker to my pigs for even thinking about going near my daughter.”

“Oh my god! Stop.” This comes from Kyla.

“Pops, it’s fine,” Lorenzo says.

“No, it’s not fucking fine, Lorenzo. Don’t you fucking let anyone hit you,” I tell him.

“He’s her father. I’m not hitting him,” he tries to rationalize.

“Okay, this is stupid. I’m leaving. When you all decide to grow up and act like reasonable adults, let me know.” Kyla turns around and walks out of the room.

“Kyla, wait,” her mother calls out before following her. Lucy stops at the door and stares at her husband. “You better fix this, Dom. Or you’re going to lose her completely,” she tells him.

Dominic barges past all of us, aiming his glare at Lorenzo. “Stay the fuck away from my daughter.”

My son meets Dominic’s glare with one of his own. “I’m marrying her, whether you’re there to see it or not. I’m not asking for your approval. I have hers and that’s all I need.” Then he storms off in the opposite direction.

“Lorenzo, where are you going?” Savvy asks.

“Out,” he grunts.

“Well, that was interesting,” Romeo says. “You know Dom’s threats aren’t empty.”

“I know.” I sigh, then turn to Enzo. “Go follow your brother. Try to keep him alive.”

“On it, Pops.” He nods.

“Wait for me! I’m coming too,” Aurora calls after him. “You know, if you all would just let me have a gun, I would have shot him,” she reminds us.

“And that’s why you don’t have one,” Savvy tells her.

“Ah, I’m just gonna…” Kyla’s friend gestures over her shoulder. “…go find Kyla,” she says.

“I’ll show you the way out.” Dante leads the girl out of the room.

“Dante, there’s no pool house here,” Romeo yells at his son.

“T, call the doctor. Matteo, you’re bleeding everywhere, and I think your nose is broken,” Mom says.

“You’ve ripped open your stitches. Come on.” Savvy takes hold of my free arm and tugs me towards the other room. “I can’t believe that just happened,” she says. “You know, you could have pulled Dominic off Lorenzo without having to fight him too.”

“I could have, but I’m not about to stand by and let some asshole touch our children, Savannah,” I tell her.

“I know, but they’re supposed to be our friends,” she says.

“Friends don’t jump across the table and try to choke out your son, because the dumb kid wants to marry their daughter.”

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