61 The Fight

Joseph's POV

He twirled the glass of golden liquid, the ice cubes clinking softly under the dim, amber lighting. The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating almost.

“Do you know why I wanted to meet you?” Marco's voice was deceptively calm, but the storm brewing in his eyes was undeniable. He slowly spun his chair around, his gaze piercing through me. The tension that had been building inside me suddenly snapped, loosening just a bit. It wasn't just me—Marco's emotions were just as affected by Harper as mine were.

“You found out, didn't you?”

Though my words sounded like a question, it was clear from the tone that I already knew the answer.

“Bam!” In a flash, Marco kicked the chair aside and punched me square in the face. I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, feeling the familiar sting.

I flexed my wrists, returning the favor by landing a punch right on his perfect face. "Are you doing this for Harper, or is it just your own selfishness?" I spat, gripping his collar. His knee drove