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“Shhh, don't cry, amore mio.” Gently, he brushes the pad of his thumb across my cheek, wiping away my tears. “I can't stand to see you weep.” He grunts. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I rest my head on his chest, feeling the vibration of his heart. The soothing melody calms my frantic nerves, which are screaming within me. As Alessandro envelops me in his big arms, he rests his chin on the top of my head and draws in a slow breath of air. There is nowhere I feel safer than being wrapped up in his arms. A sense of calmness flushes out the feelings of dread, panic, and anxiety. “I've missed this,” I whisper, breathing in his cologne that makes me dizzy with desire. I've missed his citrus, woody-infused scent with a touch of smokiness from his cigars or cigarettes. If it were possible, I'd bottle it up and lather myself with it when I'm missing him most. “I've missed this too,” exhaling as I move back from our embrace, I glance up at him. “I'm ready to sit down and listen to y
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All that can be heard between us is the quiet buzzing of Alessandros’ engine as he drives down the highway, attempting to get me to the hospital in time to identify Aunt Mae's body.Numbly, staring down at my wringing fingers on my lap, I attempt to make sense of what just transpired.I've only been with Alessandro for a minimum of two hours. Which means someone would have waited until we left to set the house ablaze. But none of this makes sense.I mean, who would want to hurt her? She was dearly loved in our neighbourhood, as she was an active member of the community. She had the sweetest demeanour with an honourable heart to match. “Ivy,” Alessandro says my name with trepidation as he leans over the gear transmission and rests a hand on my thigh. “Tell me what's on your mind.”I slowly raise my head, drawing in a razor-sharp breath as I gradually exhale while I stare straight ahead. “How many more of my loved ones are going to die?” My voice quivers. “I mean, shit. I can count
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I gasp, snatching the bag out of Alessandros' hand, reading what the note said. I will huff...And I will puff...And I will blow...Your house up!What the fuck!A segment from the three little pigs' story?With my body trembling, I look up and pluck the last bag out of the detective's hand, reading it.One, two, I'm coming for you.Three, four, better lock your door.Five, six, grab your extinguisher.Seven, eight, gonna burn your house down.Nine, ten, you're both dead!!“Wh-what the fuck is this?” I blurt out, holding the bags up.“Those, Miss Bishop, are death threats.” The detective replies, rubbing his fingers across his brows.“I can see that. What I want to know is, who are they from?” I grit my teeth, feeling livid that Aunt Mae kept this from me. “Farfalla, you need to calm down,” Alessandro whispers in my ear as he pulls me to his side. I snap my head in his direction. “Would you be so relaxed if this happened to someone you love?” I scoff, stepping away from him.A low
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Tilting my head, I meet his hot gaze and my mind goes blank, my core tightens.I know I'm gazing up into the eyes of the most dangerous, most ruthless and vicious man; possibly one of the most formidable men in the world. Yet, my body refuses to register that. Instead my of body trembling, my skin prickles with goosebumps. “I understand how you feel, Farfalla. But that does not give you the right or the excuse to act like a spoiled brat. You must not use vulgar language when speaking to the detective in charge of your aunt's case; otherwise, the case will be closed. And you will never, and I mean never, put your hands on me in public again. Do I make myself clear?” His tone is terrifyingly low and gruff, sending a ripple of awareness through my feverish frame.Abruptly, my body catches up with my mind and I stiffen at the sound of his voice. “I'm sorry,” I whisper meekly, panting. “I don't know what came over me, but without you here, I'd be a wreck. So, please... Alessandro, don't
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ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO. Staring straight ahead, I watch as a man dressed in all black draws closer towards us. The hairs on my neck stand up and I possessively pull Ivy into my side, reaching behind my back and placing my trigger-happy fingers on the gun. One move. That's all it will take. One wrong motion and I will shoot the bastardo right between his fucking eyes. As the doors to the elevator slide shut, he stops, slowly raising his head, and he locks eyes with Ivy as a wicked smile erupts across his face. A gasp falls from Ivys’ lips, and I can feel her body trembling at my side. I shift, looking at her pale face. She looks like she's just seen a ghost. Whoever that man is, she knows him, and she is fucking terrified. I slam my hand against the emergency stop button and the elevator comes to a screeching standstill. Curling my hands around her face, I step in front of her, slightly bending at the knees, so I can look her in the eyes. “Farfalla?” I whisper,
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He frowns, causing fine lines to appear on his otherwise flawless skin, and exhales with displeasure.“Worthy of bearing my name?” He grumbles, letting go of my chin, and he yanks at the wires by the steering wheel, killing the engine. “Where is this coming from, Ivy?” “From here,” I place my palm across my chest over my pounding heart. “And here.” Raising my hand, I tap my index finger on the side of my throbbing temple. “I want you to show me how to take control of a dangerous situation, how to suppress my fear, so it won't screw with my better judgement and how to fire a weapon, or at least throw a good punch.” I plead, shamelessly. Two burly men approach the car, and just by looking at them, you can tell they are Lorenzos’ comrades from his time spent in the New Zealand Army.Dressed in their combat gear, they stand out like sore thumbs without a care in the world, yet prepared to take on the world at the same time.Alessandro looks at them, and he holds up two fingers, gesturin
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I jolt awake, falling off the side of the bed, and scramble to the nearest corner of the room, tucking my legs up to my chest and under my chin. Yanking on the roots of my damp hair, I squeeze my eyes shut, suppressing the wails of torment, agony, and suffering from escaping past my lips. The suite is pitch black and silent. Not a sound can be heard, and that's what terrifies me most.Where is everyone?Where is Alessandro?'It was a dream, just a stupid, stupid dream that felt all too real, raw, and fresh,' My inner goddess wails for me. “Ivy. Ivy!” The bedroom door crashes open, slamming against the wall with a resounding thud as Alessandro barges into the room. My body trembles and I rock back and forth, slapping the sides of my head.The images of my night terrors won't fade, the sound of Joel's voice is too loud, and the sensation of his touch intensely licks my skin. A warm pair of hands reaches out, touching my wrists, trying to prevent me from hitting myself.I flinch,
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ALESSANDRO, AKA DON VALENTINO.In the past, I have murdered.I have intimidated.I have brutalised, and I have been cold-blooded.And tonight, I'll do it all over again with a fucking smile on my face.I step into the hotel's basement, leaving Zeke and Milford at the door on guard duty. A certain face looks up at me, and my hands automatically curl into tight balls of fury at my sides. This sack of merda in front of me, on his knees, has caused me so much unnecessary fucking grief, anger, and hostility. The look of him all beaten up doesn't break my heart, nor does it flutter for him out of pity. His split bottom lip with dried blood, the bruises smeared across his face and his black eye has no emotional effect on me. If anything, he hasn't endured anything close enough to what my Ivy has. I stare down at him as he looks up at me and a glimmer of fear gleams in his eyes, but it only lasts for a split second before it completely vanishes. And for that split second, it brings an
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