Lorenzo's POV

　　"I don't understand Marcella," Mother replied, opening the bottle of strawberry jam she came in with.

　　"Il mio caro nipote ha trasformato la tua casa in un bordello d'alta classe. ( My dear nephew has turned your home into a high class whorehouse.)" Marcella said with disapproval in her voice.

　　I couldn't care less what she fucking says or thinks. She's really pushing my buttons and I'm close to doing great damage to ...