Lorenzo's POV
Alessio moved away from me with a smirk plastered on his face after tying me to a chair.
Let the real games begin.
"You're not so high and mighty now, boss. It was a dumb move coming here all by yourself; that is so unlike you," he said.
I ignored him. My gaze was fixed on Stefano.
"My… you're in dire need of a haircut, Stefano, you look like a fucking girl."
"I know, right? But no thanks, Genevieve prefers it this way, isn't that right, my love?"
She glowered at him, moving her face away from his hand.
"I never said that."
"But you did. You stopped mother from cutting my hair. I heard you. I always heard every word you said."
The side of her face looked red with a handprint on it, while Claudia had a busted lip.
That made my blood boil.
"You fucking creep."
"Call it whatever you will, brother, I prefer to call it being smart and hiding in plain sight."