(VALENTINO'S POV)
"Will the both of you just tell me what the fuck is going on here?" I ask, my tone pissed off.
Raffaele and Angelo are still squared off, glaring daggers at each other and looking right through me as if I'm invisible.
I look from Rafa's clenched jaw to Angelo's bruised cheekbone, then to shattered glass littering the floor and the red wine bleeding into the rug.
"Are you kidding me?" I snap. "I asked you a question? Why are the two of you attacking each other?"
I get nothing.
They just keep staring at each other like they're seconds away from going another round.
"Val?"
I turn at the sound of Krystal's voice.
She's standing in the doorway, her eyes immediately locking onto the destruction. Her brows pull together as she steps inside.
"What happened here?" she asks.
"I don't know," I say. "I walked in and found them trying to kill each other."
Her gaze flicks between my brothers. "Why?"
"I already asked," I say, exasperated. "They won't talk."
