Salvatore frowned. That kiss felt so cold and indifferent that he barely sighed before looking at her again.

"Is something wrong, darling?" he asked, turning his head with a movement more disturbing than the scene itself. She barely hesitated.

"Why are you hitting that man so brutally? What did he do?" Victoria asked, terrified.

Salvatore, however, remained completely impassive.

"Because that son of a bitch thought he could betray me... and get away with it," he replied, looking at the man sprawled on the floor. Then he shook his head with a grimace of sarcastic compassion.

"He... he betrayed you?" Victoria stammered, feeling her voice catch in her throat.

"Yes....