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*Giovani* I was going to kill him. Figurately or literally, I was still deciding, but either way, I was going to f*****g kill him. I stared at my desk, seething in a complete rage. The absolute disrespect Alessandro had shown at the breakfast table had set off my temper. I could only stew in my anger, not able to do a damn thing about that brat. If I had it my way, he'd be doing manual labor for the next year and a half for the way he was treating not only me but Olivia. I tried my best not to look at her all breakfast, but she was so damn beautiful, and I'd slipped a couple of times. The guilty looks she kept sneaking at me were far from discreet, and I hated every bit of it. She wasn't stupid. She'd probably figured out why I had let Alessandro go so far. I sighed, rubbing my tem