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"What the fuck?" he roars as he stumbles back.
"Back the fuck off, Seb. Stop trying to bait him." I turn on Christian, "And that goes for you too, Christian. Get a grip on your dick, or your emotions, or both."
"You mean like you have?" Christian mumbles.
I freeze.
So does every other person in the room.
"Minchia,"Christian swears. "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that."
I glare at him, and he holds my gaze, "No, seriously,fratellone.I didn’t mean it."
"Sure, you did," I glance around at the rest of them. "Is that what this is about? Is that why there’s unrest among you lot? You think I’ve lost control of my personal life; that’s why you bastards are picking fights with each other, as well?"
The guys look at each other, the expressions on their faces ranging from embarrassment to unease to discomfort.
"Che cazzo!"I growl, "This is about me, eh? You guys don’t trust me to figure out my own shit?"
"It’s not that, Mika," Xander murmurs.
"Then how do you explain that your twin, who is normally as even-tempered as you, lost his cool today?"
"It’s to do with a woman," Massimo offers.
"Bull-fucking-shit," I snap. "You going to feed me that line, as well?" I scowl at Massimo, “You, who is the most straight-talking of all of us?”
Massimo’s face reddens. He glances away then back at me, "You’re right." He adds, "It is about you… Partly." He raises a shoulder, "Okay, it is definitely... Probably...only about you." He releases Christian; so does Adrian. Christian straightens his collar, as Massimo steps back. "Look, Mika, you’ve just been a different man, is all. You’ve, uh, changed, since you met her."
"Changed?" I scowl, "How have I changed?"
"For one, you’re wearing jeans," Massimo points out.
I glance down at my clothes, then swear aloud. Fuck, if I am not wearing jeans. "What’s wrong with wearing jeans?" I glare at him, "You wear jeans. Hell, we all wear jeans."
"But not you, Mika." Adrian shuffles his feet, "You hate being dressed in anything except formal pants, and that too, only made by our family tailor."
"These are stitched by our family tailor." I glance around at their faces again."Porca miseria.These aren’t stitched by our family tailor?"
Xander shakes his head, "Sadly not,fratellone. They’re off the shelf,Levi’s."
I wince. How the hell had I gotten hold of them? How the hell do I even own a pair? "I had no idea…" my voice tapers off. "It’s only jeans." I scowl at Xander, "It’s not like it’s the end of the world."
"To quote you,fratellone," he smirks, "wearing jeans is the end of the world."
I glower at him and he raises his hands, "At least, that’s what you said not too long ago."
"Merda,"I run my fingers through my hair, "I’ll fix it." I scowl down at the offending garment I have on. "Still, it’s hardly a sign that I don’t have things under control."
That’s when there’s a knock on the door. I frown. The staff knows not to disturb me when I am in here with my brothers. It’s a billiards room, but the rest of my team knows that this is where I discuss business. So, they wouldn’t disturb me, unless… I stiffen. My heart begins to race. I pivot, head for the door and pull it open. "Is she all right?"
Cassandra peeks behind me and her lips firm. I glance over my shoulder to find Adrian hovering behind me. I turn back to her, "Well," I snap, "is she okay?"
Cassandra pulls her gaze back to my face. "She fainted."
