Marie's POV
I screamed. Dante was right behind Mancini with a large bottle of wine. It was empty and I saw him as he picked it up from the table.
Dante swung the wine bottle with everything he had. I watched as Mancini turned and caught the bottle in one hand. He didn't even blink. Mancini was way ahead of Dante physically and had more experience fighting than my brother did. I didn't know how to get everyone to stop before this turned into something much more unbearable.
The glass cracked against Mancini's palm. He looked at Dante for a moment, then his fist connected with Dante's jaw. Dante went down hard, hitting the floor with a sound that made me afraid that he had broken a bone. He tried to get up, dazed, blood at the corner of his mouth.
The soft music had stopped and people were rushing in now to see. I could see a large circle of everyone who came to the funeral around us.
I hated my life.
