No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember. His face twisted, a chaotic blend of emotions, like a ruined painting.
I wrenched myself free from the soldiers' grasp and snatched my phone back from his hands. Nico watched in silence as I effortlessly unlocked it. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
Nico snatched my phone without warning. His fingers swiped furiously, hunting for proof of my so-called betrayal. Then he stopped.
He went stiff as he stared at a close-up selfie of me and my brother. A second later, his fury erupted like a storm.
"Rosalia, how wonderful. The evidence is right here. What excuse do you have now?"
"I told you, he's my brother! Give me back my phone!" I continued to protest. "This is theft! Slander! A complete violation of my privacy!"
Nico raised his hand and struck me across the face. The sharp sting spread instantly, but before I could react, he lifted my phone and smashed it against the ground with brutal force. The screen shattered on impact, shards of glass scattering across the marble floor of the social club's back room.