“Fine. If it will make you happy, Chiara, I will call him Lorenzo,” Cassius mutters, his accented voice stiff and awkward. “Thank you. Maybe it’s silly, but it does matter to me.” I press a kiss to his cheek, and his face softens. Lorenzo watches us in silence for a moment, and then he folds his arms, the need to gloat filling his eyes. “You fucking pushover. So much for being Cassius ‘women should know their place’ Ferragamo. She just twisted you right around her little finger.” Oh, my God. Cassius’ spine straightens in outrage and he roars, “Scava, I will wring your fucking neck!” “Lorenzo,
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