“Buongiorno.” Lorenzo’s smile was sweet, his eyes never once leaving my face. “If I’d known New York was this warm in the morning, I would’ve come back from Rome sooner.”I held myself back from grabbing the nearest chair and launching it at his skull. My fingers curled around my fork until my knuckles blanched, and I forced my breathing into something resembling steady.Across the table, Nicholas’s jaw ticked, his fingers tapping lightly against the marble surface.“Lorenzo,” he said, flat and cold. “If you came to my house just to play, you can turn around and look for another toy.”One of Lorenzo’s brows arched. He gave Nicholas a brief look, “Relax, fratello.” He stepped fully into the kitchen, casual as ever, leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. “I haven’t even sat down yet. I haven’t asked for my inheritance. I haven’t caused a scandal.”“Start by shutting up,” Nicholas shot back.Lorenzo laughed under his breath. “Too bad, I didn’t come here to shut the fuck up.”His gaze
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