" And what exactly are you implying?" Matteo gently asked.
"She's my wife, and I can stop her from going with you," Miguel shot back, the air thickening with unspoken intentions and veiled truths.
Matteo's face instantly changed, she thought that Miguel was just creating an anthill out if a mole.
"Please, not now. Let my sister go," Matteo urged, his voice a quiet storm.
He felt the weight of the moment as he sensed the impending mischief that Miguel relished.
"And.....,what if I don't? What will happen?" Miguel replied, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes glinting with a challenging flare.
Matteo's expression hardened.
"You might not like the outcome," he warned, his voice dropping to a low whisper.
"Should I take that as a threat?" Miguel asked, tilting his head, almost playfully.
"No… It's not a threat, but I might be!" a voice echoed from behind him, weaving through the music like a sharp dagger through silk.
