Chapter 5: Meeting Her

Later in the night, Alessia found herself in Guvano’s private office, going over the club’s accounts. She was impressed by the figures.

“This guy’s a natural moneymaker, despite his playboy ways,” she thought.

“Is the account to your liking, Principessa? Your loyal servant has done well, hasn’t he?” Guvano asked, bowing theatrically.

Alessia chuckled, the sound soft yet sharp. “Yes, I’m pleased. Now serve your princess with the finest the club has to offer,” she joked.

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Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Sophia was in her element. Her shiny brunette locks whipped through the air as she moved wildly to the music, her inhibitions drowned in liquor. Alessia watched from a distance, shaking her head in mild exasperation.

“She’s going to do something reckless,” she muttered just as Sophia began to dry-hump a random man on the floor.

“Excuse me, that’s my friend,” Alessia said sharply, pulling Sophia away.

Sophia pouted, her eyes wide and pleading like a puppy’s. “You never let me have any fun!” she hiccupped. “Let me dance, Alessia. Pleeeease.”

Despite her frustration, Alessia couldn’t leave her friend vulnerable amidst the hungry wolves prowling the dance floor. Reluctantly, she joined Sophia, to keep a watchful eye on her and make sure she did nothing crazy.

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In the private section of the club, a figure sat on the luxurious sofa, his gaze fixed intently on the dance floor.

“Boss, these are the documents you requested,” the voice belonged to Salvador, Leonardo's consigliere.

Leaning back in his chair, Leonardo Morano flipped through the files. His lips curved into a slow, calculating smile.

“So, she owns The Sparrow,” he mused.

“Yes, Capo. Guvano Martini holds only a minor share at 25%. She’s the majority shareholder,” Salvador confirmed.

Leonardo’s eyes darkened as they locked onto Alessia dancing with another man. The glass in his hand shattered under the weight of his grip, shards falling like his carefully controlled facade.

“Let’s go. It’s time for a reunion.” his tone was chill like ice, devoid of any emotions.

Salvador swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. “Yes, Capo.”

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Alessia swayed her hips to the beat of the music, smiling sweetly as her favourite song played in the background. One eye was of course looking out for Sarah who was still in her dopamine state. 

“Hey sexy, let me “ She whipped her head to see a young man, the full definition of a Chad dressed in all branded clothes. He eyed her hungrily, kissing his diamond-covered teeth. 

“Not interested, scram” Alessia brushed him off_ she was not one to be nice to cocky rich second-generation brats. 

“Feisty eh Bella, I like it …when my woman has a bit of spark, my boys and I have a private room, you can come to hang out, trust me you would have a good time” 

Alessia counted one to ten in her head, trying to settle in the urge to bash the clown's head on the dance floor and spill his empty brains. 

She looked at the hand grabbing hers and leaned into his ears “ I said… scram!!” The fool's eyes widened with shock, and anger, feeling humiliated.

His grip on her tightened forming bruises on her wrist, “I will teach you a lesson, cunta… ” he started angrily, Alessia's face showed a tinge of pain

“Never say no to…Aaaaaah” He let out a guttural scream as a flying kick sent him crashing into the nearest wall causing a dent. Alessia looked up to see the culprit, to her greatest shock it was him.

“He's the creep I met at the arena, what's he doing here?” She thought to herself. Staring at him, Alessia couldn't help but notice his exceptional features.

He was standing at an impressive 6’7, built like a Greek god, with chiselled abs and a slim waist. His jaw lines were knife-edge sharp, and his facial features were highlighted by the most stunning yet dreadful eyes. His eyes were a striking shade of crystal blue__ a sinful combination against his toned skin. 

Alessia had never been short of good-looking men; her brothers, Gabriel and Enzo were impressive men and head-turners but they all paled in comparison to him. 

She caught herself immediately realizing that she had stared too long.  

“Alessia, get a hold of yourself girl” She patted her cheeks lightly to cool down her red face.

 “Thank heavens I let Sarah paint my face with that hideous pink blush,” She thought. 

“I see you are enjoying yourself, do you like what you see, Topolina” the deep sinful voice once again came from the godlike Man. 

“Gosh, how can anyone be this perfect” She felt a bit of annoyance at the unfairness of whoever the Creator was. 

….

Leonardo Morano felt his anger fade into amusement as he noticed his Topolina eye him hungrily like a starving lioness.

“Where are you taking him to?” her sharp voice drew his attention.

Alessia noticed that his guards were taking the young Chad who was still squealing like a dying pig, away. 

“He touched what belonged to me and he will pay” Leonardo Morano said

The answer was short and curt leaving no room for questions. 

“Who belongs to whom?” She hissed angrily. 

Alessia couldn't believe the impetus of the man. He had the nerve to claim her like some…some property. 

She turned on her heels to be pulled into a hard surface. “Ouch,” Alessia rubbed her red nose and looked up to find herself snuggled against his chest. 

“Leave me alone, you pervert, WTF is wrong with you?” She cursed and pounded his chest with her fist but Leonardo barely flinched. Alessia finally got tired and gave up. She was infuriated to find him smiling_enjoying her torment. 

“You're coming with me Topolina, this club isn't for pretty girls like you” Leonardo put her across his shoulder carrying her out of the dance floor with his men following behind. 

“Leave me alone you Jerk, Hey! Are you on the wrong meds or something” She cursed out.

“Good girls are not supposed to be cursing, Topolina,” Leonardo said, his voice bearing a hint of amusement. He was surprised at how foul-mouthed the little daredevil is. 

“Who the f*ck is a good girl, you creep.

Put me down you brute or else…” Alessia flayed her arms and legs wildly struggling to escape.

THWACK THWACK! 

A familiar burn grew on her bottom. Alessia stood still, unable to process what just happened. 

“Keep fighting, Topolina and I will punish you” he warned. 

Alessia felt a mix of embarrassment and humiliation. The nerve of the man to spank her for the first time in her life, that too in public. 

“How dare you spank me, you brute. I am definitely calling security” Alessia finally found her tongue after the initial shock

“You perverted piece of shhhii..”

THWACK THWACK! 

“Ouchh, please stop stoppp” Alessia cried out trying to reach out and clutch her backside. 

“You best behave, Topolina_ I don't tolerate disobedience” Leonardo cooed her like a child, rubbing her backside to numb the pain.

They soon got to the car and Alessia found herself fastened on the backseat of the stranger's car. 

She immediately grew alert, wondering if it could be a kidnap, but she immediately brushed off the thought after looking at the car. 

It was the Rolls-Royce Phantom VIII Security_thanks to Marcello's obsession with cars, She knew that this was a limited edition vehicle, with bulletproof glass, armor plating and a V 12 engine. 

Whoever the supposed kidnapper was, he definitely wasn't short of money. She was also too tired to argue or fight anymore. The stinging reminder on her backside was still there. 

"I came with my friend, Sophia, she's still at the club" she squeaked out. 

"I will have my men take her home", Leornado's voice came. 

Alessia caught a whiff of his Tom Ford 'Black Orchid’ cologne. The scent's rich, velvety smoothness enveloped her senses, making her feel light-headed and calm and soon she was out. 

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“Where are we heading Capo”, the voice belonged to Salvador, who was sitting on the passenger side. 

There were currently four occupants: the driver, and Salvador occupying the front row while Alessia who was currently fast asleep nestled in Leonardo's arms, occupied the back seats.

“Take us to Villa Fiorita, I need to have a word with the Rossini's.” Leonardo gave the instructions and continued to brush the tiny strands of hair that caressed her face.  

Salvador caught the actions from the rear mirror. He had never seen such softness displayed by his Capo. One thing was clear, whoever this woman was, she must be respected.