/Riccardo's POV/
After talking to her, I couldn't feel at ease. Knowing that she could try some sort of thing to save her sister made me more nervous.
"Detective Riccardo Mancini," I heard a man's voice speak. It didn't take me seconds to know who it was.
"Don Edoardo Bianchi," I spun on my heel.
"I heard you took Isabelle's case. What magic happened that made you interested in the case you transferred?" he crossed his arms.
"I think it will be best if we stick to our business," I raised my brows.
"If it was your regular cases, I would,"
"It is a regular case,"
"That involves my girl!" his stare darken as he said that.
"So, that's what this is all about," I scoffed, "You're insecure,"
"I am not!" he gritted his teeth, "She is mine! There is nothing to be insecure about!"
"Then why are you always bothered whenever you see me around her?"
"Because you always intended to hurt her!" he shouted.
"I'm not intended to hurt her!" My blood is gradually boiling.