He still held me and my mind was scrambling for something that I’d use as an excuse...
“I’m not..” I started, but the words didn’t come out right.
Then the office door opened.
I turned sharply at the sound, almost relieved for the interruption.
Lorenzo let go of me and moved to another corner.
A man walked in, speaking rapidly in Italian,
“Ciao fratello.” His tone was energetic, almost amused.
He didn’t even notice me at first. His attention was completely on Lorenzo.
“I have always told you to knock.” Lorenzo muttered.
He simply smirked. “We both own this place.”
From the way he carried himself, I could already tell he wasn’t just anyone.
He stopped mid-step.
His eyes found me and just like that, everything about his expression changed.
The amusement faded, replaced by so
