In the shadows of Italy's underworld, one rule reigns: 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.' Alessandro Morano, a Mafia Godfather, walks a thin line between loyalty and deception. When Amelia Cooper enters his life, Alessandro must choose: Protect his empire or risk everything for love.
View MoreCHAPTER 48Alessandro's mind raced as he paced the room, his fists clenched by his sides. The phone call he had just finished only amplified his worry. His thoughts were consumed by Amelia, and no matter how hard he tried to push them aside, his fear clawed at him, threatening to break through. For the first time in his life, he had a reason to be this fearful. Every moment that passed without any leads was another moment closer to losing her. The woman who had somehow slipped into his life and captured his heart was now in the hands of someone dangerous. Jack, a tech expert Alessandro had reluctantly called in, sat beside the computer, his fingers dancing over the keyboard. The hum of the machine filled the silence as he worked, the tension thickening in the room. "Where’s the signal coming from?" Alessandro demanded, his voice tight with impatience as he noticed the change on the screen. Jack didn't immediately answer. His eyes stayed glued to the screen as the map flickered
CHAPTER 47Amelia groaned softly, her head pounding as though someone had taken a hammer to her skull. The sharp, scent of the air pricked at her nostrils, and when she tried to move, she realized with a jolt that her arms and legs were restrained. Panic gripped her as her eyes fluttered open to a dimly lit room. She could see her shadow on the concrete walls from a single, bare bulb hanging above her. Her breathing quickened, and her chest heaved as she tugged futilely against the ropes binding her wrists to the chair.Her heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat, her fear swelling with every passing second. She blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the dizziness and piece together what had happened. The last thing she remembered was standing under the streetlights, crying into her phone while communicating with Luca, and then... a sharp pain, darkness, and now this.Her body trembled, and tears stung her eyes as she scanned the room. There was nothing comforting in her surrounding
CHAPTER 46Amelia’s heart pounded in her chest as she hastily threw on a coat after rummaging her clothes for something. She was going to take a few things with her, but that might cause unnecessary attention, so she overlooked them.The most important thing right now for her was to escape from this premises. She tiptoed out of Alessandro’s bedroom. Her mind was racing. What had she just discovered? Guns. Weapons. And her picture. Was she in danger? Was Alessandro planning something? Was he probably sent after her? She had no time to rationalize her fears. The room had been suffocating, and now all she could think about was getting away.She slipped down the hallway, keeping her movements as quiet as possible while also looking back anxiously. Deep in her heart, she was praying that Alessandro wouldn't get in her way. The penthouse was eerily silent, save for the occasional shuffle of a bodyguard outside. Swallowing her fear, she took a deep breath and approached the nearest guard.
CHAPTER 45The dimly lit room reeked of cigarette smoke and sweat. The tension in the air was suffocating as Zach paced back and forth, his sharp features twisted in fury. The men he had sent to execute the mission stood before him, heads bowed, trembling under his piercing glare. "You had just one job,” Zach growled, his voice low but filled with venom. “One simple job, and you couldn’t even do that right.”One of the men, a wiry figure with a nervous twitch, attempted to speak. “Sir, we didn’t anticipate—” "Didn’t anticipate? Should that word even exist in your dictionary? What's up with you all and anticipation, huh?" Zach snapped, cutting him off. He slammed his fist onto the wooden table, the sound echoing through the room. “Do you think Alessandro gives second chances? Do you think I do?”The man shrank back, his eyes darting nervously to his companions. None of them dared to speak, knowing Zach’s temper could erupt at any moment.Zach leaned forward, his cold, dark eyes
CHAPTER 44. Amelia offered to help change his bandage immediately after getting into the bedroom. "Do you know how to do it?" Alessandro asked her and she frowned with displeasure. However, she decided not to bother much with it as he might not mean it in an insulting way. "My younger sister was quite troublesome when she was little so I was prepared for both her little and big injuries." She purposely removed the fact that she needed it more for herself because of the mistreatment she suffered at home. "Please, take your seat and let me do it." Amelia said as she sat on the edge of the bed, the first aid kit resting on the bedside table. Her hands trembled slightly as she prepared to replace Alessandro's bandage. Alessandro slowly took off his shirt while maintaining eye contact with her for a few seconds before she decided to look away. He then sat shirtless in front of her, his chiseled torso bearing faint scars from whatever secret battles he might have gotten hi
CHAPTER 43Her steps faltered when she saw him. His shirt was torn and soaked in blood, his face pale and drenched in sweat. Two of his guards supported him, their expressions grim. “Oh my God,” Amelia whispered, rushing to his side. “What happened?”A man wearing a long coat came in from the side. He was holding a briefcase and his face looked serious. “I’m fine,” Alessandro muttered, though his voice was weak. "Fine? Are you for real? You’re bleeding!” she cried. “Just a scratch,” Alessandro said, waving her off, even though he was trying his possible best to stay conscious. “It’s more than a scratch,” Amelia snapped. The doctor interrupted them with his arms. "Ma'am, he is profusely bleeding now, and we can't afford to waste any more minutes. Scold him after he manages to survive," With that already said, Alessandro was pushed away from her. She watched them disappear as she tried to grasp what was happening. She decided to follow them and saw that he
CHAPTER 42 THIRD PERSON'S POV Amelia adjusted her blazer, brushing off invisible dust. She glanced at her reflection in the hotel room mirror. The pencil skirt she chose hugged her curves just enough to be professional yet flattering, and the soft silk blouse tucked in gave her an elegant touch. Her light makeup was subtle but enough to enhance her natural beauty. She wasn’t trying to draw attention, but Alessandro’s gaze earlier at breakfast had already made her self-conscious. All of these weren't her idea. [FLASHBACK] "I have to seduce him?" Amelia sounded so shocked after listening to the wonderful idea that Mia said she had. "Yes, you need to know whether or not he is totally into you." "How can I seduce him? I don't...what are you even saying? That's not my aim." "Well, having your boss fall in love with you wasn't part of the aim either." "He isn't in love with me! We are just confusing things for ourselves." Amelia argued back nonstop. Mia nodded and proceeded
CHAPTER 41THIRD PERSON'S POV Amelia sat up in bed, her eyes wide as she heard a knock at her door. It was late—too late for any visitors. Hesitantly, she stood and padded to the door, wondering who it could be. "Who is it?" "Luca."When she opened it, her breath caught in her throat.Luca stood in the doorway, blood dripping from his nose and mouth, his clothes torn and disheveled. His expression was one of exhaustion and fury, but there was something else there, too—a vulnerability that caught her off guard. “Luca?” Amelia asked, her voice laced with concern and surprise. “What happened? Are you okay?” “I’m fine,” he lied, though the blood smeared across his face contradicted him. He winced, his body swaying slightly as he stepped into her apartment. “I just need a place to crash for the night. I can't go home looking like this.”Amelia stepped aside, letting him enter. “Come on, sit down. I’ll clean you up,” she said gently.Luca sank onto her couch, his head dropping f
CHAPTER 40 THIRD PERSON'S POV In the dead of night, the city’s quiet hum was broken by the rapid pounding of footsteps. A man, disheveled and breathless, sprinted through the darkened streets, a gun clutched tightly in his left hand. His heart hammered in his chest as the faint glow of streetlights blurred past him. He was running from something—or someone—and he knew he couldn’t afford to stop.Behind him, a group of men closed the distance, their shadows stretching across the pavement. He could hear their footsteps growing louder, the sound of boots slapping against the concrete, and his panic only increased. He had to keep moving, had to keep running.But he wasn’t fast enough.A hard shove from behind sent him crashing to the ground. His head hit the pavement with a sickening thud, and the gun slipped from his grasp, sliding away into the darkness. The world around him blurred, the faces of his pursuers becoming indistinct. The last thing he remembered before everything went bla
AMELIA’S 8: 00PM“Get out, we don’t ever want to see you in this company again,” My boss said icily, as the security escorted me out of the company. My mind couldn’t process what was happening, as I stared at my stuffs that were littered on the floor in disbelief. “Your services are no longer needed Amelia,” He said in a still, yet cold voice. “Why? What did I do wrong?” I managed to ask as soon as I got my voice, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. He just ignored me, and walked back into the company. I stared at his retreating figure and felt tears drop from my eyes. I crouched down to pick my things, packing them all into my handbag—before taking a final glance at the company. “What could have gone wrong in just five minutes?” I wondered deeply as my eyes stung badly. To be honest, I didn’t know why I was sacked from my job. I had just excused myself to get an Americano in a cafeteria down the street, just for me to come back to this. I walked back home, as my vision...
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