Lorenzo's POV
I have been in a terrible mood ever since my father came into my office to tell me what he had said.
Nicola looks at me again, twirling the liquor in his glass. “Are you sure you're okay, man? What did your father say again?”
“You know how my conversations with him always end. I don't know why he doesn’t get the point. I’m not interested,” I say, running a hand through my hair as frustration claws at me.
Nicola raises a brow. “Well, you should just end it once and for all, you know. Think of a way to get him off your back. I’m thinking sabotage.” He smirks.
Now, what is this sly devil thinking? I’d love to know. Anything to make my father see Alexander Vitali as the devil he is. “So, what do you suggest?”
He signals for me to come closer, and once I do, he whispers his
