Chapter 30

Nicolas

I walked away from Anaya and made my way directly to the bar. I need liquor or I’ll burn the men who have dared to touch my wife. “Your strongest whiskey,” I yelled at the bartender. He flinched and shivered before running to fetch me a drink. My mind was already hammering with Lucia's question, asking if I liked Anaya, which I could not answer to her as well as myself. But my reflections on that were interrupted when I saw Ivankov kissing my Anaya's hand.

“You appear to be in need of one.” Noah offered me a cigarette. Wrong timing, Ivankov!

“No,” I said. Not a smoker myself. I cannot tolerate it.

“Are you okay, Ricci?” he inquired. The bartender placed my drink in front of me.

“Fucking dandy,” I exclaimed, gulping the whiskey down in one gulp. My throat started to burn, which gave me something else to think about. “Again,” I shouted. I calmed down after downing two more drinks.

He inquired, “Who is the girl with Costa?” My blood boiled. Why is my wife attracting so much