******Lorenzo’s POV******
The moment Riccardo let go of her hand, I knew he wasn’t done.
“We’ll see each other again,” he told her, his voice smooth, like this was already decided.
I pushed my plate angrily as I watched her leave and she didn’t look back this time.
The door closed and just like that, whatever restraint I had left snapped.
“Che diavolo era quello?” I said sharply. (What the hell was that?)
Riccardo didn’t rush to answer. He adjusted his sleeve like nothing had happened, like he hadn’t just crossed a line.
“Calm down brother,” he replied lightly.
I let out a dry laugh.
“Non toccarla.” (Don’t touch her.)
That got his attention.
He turned fully this time, studying me.
“Interessante,” he said. (Interesting.)
“Da quando dai ordini del genere?” (Since when do you giv
