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Christian glowers at Seb, "You’ve always had a chip on your shoulder about being the illegitimate bastard. Time you moved on from that, don’t you think?"
"Who are you calling a bastard?" Seb prowls toward Christian, who takes a step forward as the yarn winds around his ankle. He takes another step, stumbles, then rights himself."Che cazzo!"He glares at the ball of yarn, "Why is it that the shit that seems so easy is the most difficult to master?"
"Is that a rhetorical question?" I ask.
"Are you sure you’re talking about the knitting, or is this about women?" Massimo arches an eyebrow.
"You mean 'are you talking about one particular woman,’ right?" Xander inserts.
"Shut the fuck up." Christian glares at Xander.
"You’re twisting yourself up in knots." Seb smirks.
"No, I am not." Christian scowls at Seb, "And what the fuck are you smirking at?"
"Me?" Seb’s grin widens, "I am not smirking."
Christian throws up his fist, "You laughing at me,stronzo?"
"You talkin’ to me,stronzo?" Seb retorts.
"Vaffanculo, testa di cazzo."Christian lunges forward. This time, he does actually trip on the yarn. He crashes down, just as Seb gets out of his way.
"Shit, you’re a mess," Seb shakes his head. "Alas, poor Christian, he did mean well."
Christian pushes up to his feet. He grabs his now crooked reading glasses and flings them on the table. "First, you quoteTaxi Driver, then Shakespeare. Make up your mind, asshole." He swipes out his fist; Seb ducks. Christian hurls his fist again. This time, Seb steps aside. Christian stumbles past him. Seb’s on him in a flash. He steps up behind Christian, wraps his arm around his neck, and yanks. Christian growls. He grips Seb’s arm, bends forward, heaves, and Seb goes flying over his shoulder. He lands on his back with a crash that seems to reverberate through the room. Christian rushes forward, only his foot slips on the damn ball of yarn again. He falls over and hits the ground next to Seb. The two lay there, chests having, breaths coming in pants.
I swallow my laughter, walk over to stand between them. "You guys done, yet?" I hold out both of my arms.
Christian grabs my left hand, and I pull him up. I stare down at Seb, who glowers at Christian. "This is not over yet," he growls as he grabs my hand. I haul him to his feet, as well.
"You two need to sort out your shit before we meet the Kane Company. I can’t have bad blood between the two of you weakening our position."
"I am not the one with issues; he’s the one with issues," Christian glowers back.
"No bad blood here.” Seb shrugs. "Only a man pretending to be bad, when he’d rather be playing doctor with a certain...doctor."
"Doctor, huh?" Just as I thought. I jerk my chin toward Christian, who glares at Seb.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about."
"Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you keep finding excuses to see the doctor. She’s something, eh? That figure, that fair skin, those tits…" Seb cups his palms below his chest, and Christian’s features harden.
His nostrils flare, and a growl rumbles up his chest. "Stop talking about her, youpezzo di merda." He starts to dive toward Seb, only I slap my palm in Christian’s chest.
"Back off, you complete idiot. He’s trying to get under your skin."
"Oh, he’s succeeding, all right." Christian lunges forward, and this time, Massimo grabs him from behind.
"Shit, you’re pussywhipped. You haven’t even slept with her and you’re already protecting her honor?"
Christian struggles against Massimo’s hold. He manages to break free, but Adrian grips his other shoulder. "Chill the fuck down,stronzo," he snaps. "Asshole’s simply trying to make a point."
"I’ll make a point all right, with him." Christian rolls his shoulders. His biceps bulge, he rolls his neck, and his shoulders seem to grow even more massive. He’s not the tallest nor the broadest of all of us. That honor belongs to Massimo. But Christian also never gets angry enough to lose his cool and fight, so guess this is a first, all around. He rushes forward, with both Massimo and Adrian still holding onto him, before Massimo throws his arm around Christian’s chest, and manages to halt him.
Seb laughs, "That all you got in you, you pathetic piece of—"
I turn and sink my fist in his face.
