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conor doesn’t think he’s ever known anyone that makes him want to punch them as nico casiraghi does. he’s childish and annoying, and if it wasn’t for his friendship with anya and whatever he is with cecilia, he probably would have done it before. his brows furrow together at the accusation. conor knows he can be a lot of things, but he doesn’t think a liar is one of them. “i never said it was anya.”
“ excuse me? ” nico hisses, trying his best to contain his anger. the image of conor and anya was enough trauma to last a lifetime, but cecilia ... no. she has standards. she’s an artist -- that has got to count for something. “ what are you trying to achieve here, connor? is it a reaction you’re after? do you want me to EXPLODE? ” he suddenly yells the last word, bursting from the belly, voice echoing throughout the dining hall, hands in the air mimicking a volcano eruption. “ because i’m trying my best to keep it together- ” voice rapidly rises, you know, like he’s exploding, “ -but using my sisters against me is crossing !! the !! line !! why even bother to act like you care if you’re going to do this? what is it you want? do you want to tussle and scuffle and fight to the death like a pair of brutes in ancient rome?! ” he catches his breath, and then in a less ear-piercing tone: “ i am a modern man, conor, but i will channel my ancestors’ barbaric ways if i have to. ”















