MAXIMO
My hands remained balled into fists as anger coursed through my veins. I never had a problem with Lorenzo showing up for dinner unannounced. He was my brother, the only person I trusted, the only one I would lay down my life for if needed.
But at this moment, he was the person I wanted to smack in the head, and he was the last person I wanted here.
“I don’t understand why she’s having dinner with you, Scar,” he said, switching to Italian.
I stabbed a piece of chicken with my fork, brought it to my mouth, and took my time chewing it before swallowing and turning to answer him.
“Because I wanted her to.”
We’d had this same conversation in the past, and it annoyed me that he was bringing it up again.
Lorenzo’s brown eyes regarded me for a few seconds before he burst out in lau
