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“Scava!” he roars at the top of his voice. “Get down here, youcazzo di merda. I want a word with you.”
A few minutes later, Lorenzo appears in the doorway, dressed in jeans, a cocky smirk, and nothing else. “Cassius, how have you been? We’ve missed you.”
Cassius lets forth a stream of angry Italian.
Lorenzo’s eyes widen in amusement. “Now, come on, you know I never learned Italian. What’s he saying, princess?”
I will cut your balls off and stuff them down your throat, you asshole. How dare you lock Chiara away from the rest of us? Don’t you fucking smirk at me.
“Uh, he says hi.” I take another bite of pizza.
Cassius goes on ranting until Lorenzo finally loses his patience. “For fuck’s sake! If there’s some rule I’ve broken, then tell me what it is. Did we set any fucking rules? Did I bitch about the three of you showing up at my house at all hours of the night to screw our girlfriend? No, I let you all get on with it.”
“We never locked Chiara up so you couldn’t reach her,” Cassius snarls. “Bambina, pack a bag. We’re going to my penthouse.”
Lorenzo doesn’t break eye contact with Cassius. “Princess, don’t fucking move.”
I’m not going anywhere. I’m having my lunch.
“Cassius, Chiara is safer here. The gates are open to you and you can see her as much as you want now. Knock yourself out.” Lorenzo says this as if he really would like to knock the bigger man unconscious.
Cassius’ eyes narrow. “Why did you lock Chiara up for these three days? What’s special about these three days?”
Lorenzo grins and rubs his hand over his jaw. “I was tracking Chiara’s cycle and taking her temperature, which any of you could have done if you’d thought of it.”
“You didn’t think to share this information with the rest of us?”
“Fuck, no. I want her carrying my baby.”
I wince and take another bite of pizza, wondering if I should call Vinicius. He’s so good at diffusing arguments. I’m surprised that Salvatore hasn’t shown up yet, shouting his head off. Please, God, don’t let Salvatore turn up right now or hands will be thrown.
Cassius is ranting in Italian again, and I put my lunch down and swallow. “Cassius, we’ll set some ground rules and Lorenzo won’t do this again. I doubt it even worked. I’ll probably take a year to get pregnant.”
That seems to soothe Cassius’ temper. He takes a deep breath and comes over to me and kisses my forehead. “Damn right he won’t do it again.” Then he mutters at the pizza, “Disgustoso.”
I grin and take another bite.
Lorenzo pats Cassius’ shoulder as he moves toward the coffee machine. “Now we’ve dealt with that, how would you like a cup of coffee, you bad-tempered fuck?”
“Grazie,” Cassius murmurs. His hands slide down to my ass and he squeezes me. Then he frowns as he feels the edge of the bandage. “Are you hurt? How did you get hurt?”
I dart a look at Lorenzo and look away again quickly. Somehow, I don’t think Cassius will take Lorenzo cutting me with a scalpel in his stride right now. “It’s nothing. Never mind.”
“Why are you blushing?”
“I’m not.”
“Honestly, princess, could you look more guilty?” Lorenzo says as he adds coffee grounds to the machine.
“Do you know what’s going on here, Scava?” Cassius asks him.
“Of course.”
“How did Chiara get hurt?” Cassius asks, teeth clenched.
A heated smirk slides over Lorenzo’s face. “We were playing doctor.”
“What? You cut her?”
