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Dirty Sexy Saint 8. A taste of voyeurism
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro definitely wasn't thinking about me.He'd said he'd give me a job but still had to think of something. It had been a week. A very boring and unproductive week since I wasn't doing anything useful with my life.I'd expected Alessandro to think of something within a few days so I could go back home, but it seemed like I was the least of his problems. I barely even saw him. He was always out working. If he wasn't out, he was in his office, still working.I knew the mafia was a dangerous thing, but I didn't know what exactly they dealt with apart from drugs and firearms. Alessandro must be doing more than that though because he was always fucking busy. It was infuriating.I had nothing to do in his house either. I didn't have my phone or my laptop to keep me busy. I couldn't leave the mansion. Once, I was casually strolling around and giving myself the tour Alessandro or his men never gave me, but as soon as I reached the door, the guard on duty shooed me away
Dirty Sexy Saint 9. The art of seduction
Jordan Miller~•~"You never told me why you were looking for me."Startled, I jumped at the sudden voice in my ear. It was two days later, and after avoiding Alessandro for as long as I could, he finally caught me off guard."If I didn't know any better, I'd think you are avoiding me."I knew it was a bad idea for me to be in the lounge, knowing Alessandro could very well pass by at any moment, but I didn't have a choice. Unlike Alessandro's room, my room didn't have a TV, and I had to watch something so I wouldn't be bored out of my mind.Alessandro dropped beside me. "When I talk to you, sweetheart, I expect to get a response." He growled slightly. It seemed like he always got worked up when he was around me.I slowly turned to the side, chewing my lip. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to talk to him without remembering what I saw. How that girl lay helplessly on the bed as he took what he wanted from her, both of them enjoying it more than they should. Add that to the
Dirty Sexy Saint 10. Manipulative little bitch
Alessandro Maurizio~•~"What the fuck do you mean it was just laying around?" I demanded, scrunching up the piece of paper in my hand tightly.Leo scratched the back of his neck nervously, taking a step back, clearly uncomfortable at the fact that he was standing so close to me while I was angry. He was pretty scary, the scar on his face making him even more so. I was wary of him sometimes, but at this moment, he had every reason to be scared."I found it on the ground." He explained again, the answer still not satisfying me. "I was doing my usual round around the house and I just saw an odd piece of paper that stood out among the flowers.""You didn't see anyone around the area? Someone that could've caught your attention?" I questioned, feeling slightly frustrated. "No, sir. I'm sorry." Damn right, he had to be sorry. He was the head of security, and it was his responsibility if someone could get through the gate unnoticed to drop off a threat."Get the fuck out." I seethed, comin
Dirty Sexy Saint 11. Exhibitionist I
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro was a bastard. He was a jerk, a dick, an asshole, but he was also a smart man.I looked at my phone in disgust, trying with all my might to resist throwing it against the wall. I had gotten what I'd been asking for any opportunity I got, but it made me want to strangle Alessandro. He said he hated me being fake. Let's see how real I could get when I get my hands on him.As usual, he'd disappeared for days, today being the third day, so I couldn't even get through to him to ask him what the hell he did with my sim card. My phone was in my hands, but it hadn't felt so far away. Not even when Alessandro was holding it hostage.For lack of a better word, my phone was useless as I couldn't access the fucking internet. I couldn't even text my friends. I could see their previous texts though, all of them asking about my whereabouts. There was a reply-obviously from Alessandro-telling them I was fine. The audacity.My cheeks burned in embarrassment when I saw text
Dirty Sexy Saint 12. Exhibitionist II
Jordan Miller~•~"You're not serious, are you?" I spluttered. I thought he'd forgotten about me barging on him, but who was I kidding? And what the hell did he mean by being watched."Damn serious," Alessandro replied, not an ounce of humour in his voice. I looked around the club again. I was certain he wasn't talking about being waitress here. And the only other thing I could see women doing for money was stripping. I shook my head, stepping back. "No way."He caught me by the waist before I could move away too much. "Why not?" He asked curiously. At least, it didn't seem like he was about to force me. With everything I'd done since I arrived at his place, I expected him to. Maybe, he just wasn't as cruel as most people painted him as."Why not?" I repeated. "What if people see me? Then, they go spread the word that I'm a stripper? Word flies fast in my school, Alessandro. I can't have that.""That's what you're worried about?" He laughed. "People seeing? You are a different breed
Dirty Sexy Saint 13. A dead man
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro had left me to put on my dress while he went to his office and instructed me to meet him there when I was done. The alcohol hadn't been in my system for long, but I was already beginning to sober up. Maybe, I didn't take enough as I was already beginning to question my sanity. Who would want to dance half naked just for the fun of it?And if it hadn't been for Alessandro, I probably would've gone completely naked. Fuck. I wondered how I would've faced him if I got to do it. Hell, I wondered how I was going to face him after telling him to punish me mere minutes ago.What was wrong with me? I wasn't usually this desperate for attention. A bit irritated at myself, I put on my gown as quickly as possible. Then, I stood in front of the mirror and accessed the damage I did to the dress.It was still pretty; sexy even. But if I was Alessandro, I'd kill me. The only thing that made me regret retouching the dress was that Alessandro hadn't reacted much to it.
Dirty Sexy Saint 14. Training with the boss?
Jordan Miller~•~I kind of blamed Alessandro for what happened back at the club.If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been living in his mansion and I wouldn't have had to go to the club.If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have had to go to the club and I wouldn't have danced in front of everyone.If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have danced in front of everyone and I wouldn't have had a man corner me in the ladies' room. If I didn't have a man corner me in the ladies' room, the fate of his life wouldn't have been in my hands. And Alessandro wouldn't have killed him.Alessandro didn't make his death easy either. Right in front of me, as soon as I'd made my decision, he fired a shot at his leg.I still remember the gut-wrenching scream that left his lips. Of course, Alessandro wasn't fazed as he fired another shot at his other leg. Then, he gave him the option to run. It wasn't actually an option, it was an order.The man tried to stand up, but with both of his legs recently shot, he
Dirty Sexy Saint 15. My dick in her mouth?
Alessandro Maurizio~•~I knew I said I wouldn't get involved with her.But she just made me so fucking mad that I couldn't help myself.For the first few seconds, she didn't kiss me back. But when my hand tightened around her head, she finally did. She sucked on my bottom lip, probably drawing out blood from the cut, and moaned at the taste. The sound had all my blood rushing down south. She was a fucking little minx sometimes.I hated that she wasn't taking care of herself. I didn't know if it was intentional or because she wanted to avoid me, but when Maya reported to me that Jordan hadn't been having breakfast or dinner, I almost lost my shit.She was eating so little while I was making Luigi work her so hard. She didn't know it, but I had plans for her. I was going to use her manipulative skills to my advantage and she was going to benefit monetarily from it. I just needed to know I could trust her first.Effortlessly, I picked her up and placed her on the aisle, never breaking
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Dirty Sexy Saint 70. Marry her (The final chapter)
Alessandro Maurizio~•~"Come on," Jordan said as she tried to drag me upstairs. She didn't succeed very much, making her frown at me. "Alessandro!" She whined and I chuckled.Guests had started coming in and we had to be at the door to welcome them, but Jordan had other ideas. "Why do you even need me upstairs?" I asked her, catching sight of a new guest strolling in. Thankfully, Pat was there to make small talk with them."I just want to give you your present before we get carried away.""Jordan!" I scolded playfully, "we can't have sex while everyone is downstairs."Jordan didn't permit me to sleep last night even if she left the room, and immediately it was midnight, she was carrying in a cake and singing happy birthday in a low tune so she wouldn't disturb the others. It was such a sweet gesture that I found myself falling in love with her even more.I'd never imagined myself falling in love; I'd never imagined I would fall in love with Jordan. If I'd known how good it felt to b
Dirty Sexy Saint 69. Regret
Jordan Miller~•~Cathy was honestly a different breed. As soon as she saw the black card in my hand, she concluded that all the bills were on me. When I tried to protest, she took my phone (while we were still in the house) and called Alessandro.Alessandro, who hadn't expected it to be Cathy, answered with, "Hey, mama," and it was on loudspeaker. After getting over her amusement, she announced she was the one on the phone and asked if the black card was to cover all the bills, including theirs.It was embarrassing, but Cathy didn't get embarrassed easily. The guys also said they wouldn't be comfortable letting another man pay their bills, but she was quick to shush them, awaiting Alessandro's answer. "That was precisely the reason I gave her the card."Cathy shot me a look of triumph as she handed my phone back to me. Next, they wasted a few minutes, fawning over my car and arguing about who would drive it.I'd just stared at them for a while before I entered the driver's seat and
Dirty Sexy Saint 68. Shopping
Jordan Miller~•~I heard the doorbell ring and I shot up from the couch, half scaring the men around me. "I'll get that."Alessandro chuckled, shaking his head as he stood up as well. "I'll come with you."I made a face. He was only coming with me because he knew Blake was also at the door and he was a very possessive man. I didn't object though. I wanted my friends to meet Alessandro after all. "Promise to be nice.""Dolcezza, I don't make promises I can't keep."I scoffed, not bothering to try with him because he meant what he said. As we reached the front door, Alessandro decided to open it himself. He stood in front of me, blocking my view from my friends. I pushed him to the side with little to no strength. He most likely moved out of his own accord.All three of them stood there patiently. Cathy, unusually, was putting on a dress, a jacket, and a pair of boots, making her seem taller than she already was. Spencer and Blake were dressed similarly in a shirt, undershirt, and trou
Dirty Sexy Saint 67. Engaged?
Jordan Miller~•~I took a deep breath as I stared at the apartment complex again. It was fine. Everything was fine. I didn't have to worry too much. They would be welcoming, wouldn't they?"You don't have to go in if you don't want to." Alessandro interrupted the pep talk I was giving myself."Oh, I want to. But what if they don't want me anymore?" Since I'd decided to tell my friends about Alessandro, that was the one thing I'd been worried about. "They're your friends, they'd welcome you anytime. If anything goes wrong though, call me. I'll come immediately."I smiled at him. "Sure." Then, I frowned. "It isn't fair you get to ride my baby before me though."Just as promised, Alessandro had taken me to the car dealer. It was a 2020 Rolls Royce Wraith that was worth over three hundred thousand dollars. I hadn't known the name of the car but I happened to like it. Only after choosing it did Alessandro tell me what it was called."You can ride this baby."I didn't know what Alessandro
Dirty Sexy Saint 66. A themed party
Jordan Miller~•~"I want you to be mine."Like any other girl, those words excited me. But they also scared me because they were very much random.Alessandro and I were in the middle of a conversation in the kitchen when he blurted them out. They still hadn't found a replacement for Maya because they couldn't just trust anybody, especially after what happened with Maya.Inviting any man or woman to be a full-time cook in the house gave that person access to information and who knows what the person might do with it?"When you say yours…""My girlfriend, my fiance, my wife, my everything." He said, casually peeling a potato. I'd never seen Alessandro do such a mundane job, but I'd said I wanted to cook and he offered to join because he was still following me around to make sure I was okay. Besides that, he looked incredibly hot with an apron and a peeler in his hand.I bit my lip, trying not to be too giddy with excitement. I must have been quiet for too long because Alessandro looked
Dirty Sexy Saint 65. Search party
Jordan Miller~•~I straightened up on the bed as Alessandro walked into the room, carrying a tray most likely filled with things that would add nutritional value to my health."You don't have to do all these, you know?" I chuckled, stretching my hand forward to take the tray from him, but he didn't give it to me. He swatted my hand away and sat next time, then he started feeding me."I'm not complaining, Jordan.""That's because you don't believe me when I say I'm fine. For the umpteenth time, I am." I informed him, opening my mouth immediately after to take in a spoonful of the meal.He shook his head. He was looking very casual today — a tank top and joggers — as he'd been these past few days. Then again, he had not left my side, claiming he needed to take care of me and his men banished him from working for the next few weeks, so he had enough time on his hands to bug me. "Tesoro, you haven't left this room since we came home—"I quickly cut in. "Maybe that's because your room is v
Dirty Sexy Saint 64. Not like this
Jordan Miller~•~I closed my eyes, awaiting my death.Although I didn't want the last thing I saw to be Vince's annoyed face as he pulled the trigger, I also didn't want to see the horror in Alessandro's eyes as I took my last breath.I expected a bullet to pierce through my heart. I expected to be dead in seconds. What I didn't expect was to be flung to the side like a rag doll. I would've fallen to the floor if Alessandro hadn't been there to catch me."Fuck, Jordan, are you okay?"I nodded distractedly, noticing the hall had gone deadly silent. I turned around in his arms and nothing could've prepared me for the sight I met.Vince's arm was still hung in the air, his gun in his hand, frozen as he gazed at his brother's dying form, who was on the ground with his hand placed on his stomach.His hand was filled with blood, which only meant that was where he was shot. This was the second time he was taking a bullet for me and this one seemed worst than the last. Hell, it was obvious i
Dirty Sexy Saint 63. Let it go
Jordan Miller~•~I blinked repeatedly, looking at the gun in my hand; looking at my finger on the trigger that I had pulled. I had killed a man.Well, I wasn't certain until he dropped to the ground, an obvious wound on his head, revealing Alessandro.My eyes met with Alessandro's and he looked shocked to see me. I looked down at my hands again. They were shaking; so badly that I almost dropped the gun. A shadow fell over me. It was Alessandro. At that moment, all the grudges I held against him were nowhere to be found. I couldn't even remember why I was mad at him, to be honest.I didn't know what to do. I didn't know whether to slap him, hug him or kiss him, but Alessandro made the decision for me, pulling me into his arms and kissing me senseless.The feeling was both familiar and foreign at the same time. I'd forgotten how good Alessandro kissed. Hell, everything he did was good and I wasn't even exaggerating. My gun clattered to the ground as my arms wrapped around his neck, br
Dirty Sexy Saint 62. My girl
Alessandro Maurizio~•~I had been looking forward to this day all week; since the day Vlad successfully tracked the location of Vince and fucking Romano.I'd known neither of them would have answered or returned my calls, which was why I had Vlad do it. Vlad was able to keep him on the phone for as long as we needed to track them because of his wittiness.We had a plan. Vlad and his men had just gone in and the other family was prepping to go. I wouldn't admit it, but my heart was pounding. This was the closest I'd ever been to Jordan, assuming she was inside the house at the moment.Knowing Jordan as much as I did, there was a possibility she'd try to escape, so I wouldn't be surprised if she already did."Siete pronti?" Patrizio asked the fuckers in the backseat. (Are you guys ready?)"Pronto a sconfiggere questo figlio di puttana," Lorenzo replied, seeming more enthusiastic than he should have. (Ready to take this motherfucker down.)"Perché lo odi?" Carlo asked in amusement. (Why
