(Alessio's POV) After much thought, I decided to give Lisa back her phone because I wanted to try my best to trust her words about not escaping from me. It’s been a few weeks, and she hadn’t made an attempt to run away, despite knowing the exit. Giving her a chance to speak to her dad wouldn’t be a bad idea for her efforts. “You miss your dad, right? You should call him,” I said, smiling deeply, just to convince her I was serious about it. Tears fell from her eyes as she stared at her phone. “I didn’t know this was with you. I... I thought I lost it on the day you brought me to Italy.” I felt happy she didn’t use the word ‘kidnapped’ like she had always done. “Ivan gave it to me. I’ve kept it under my custody since then.” “Why are you giving it to me now?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You miss your dad, don’t you?” She nodded, sniffling. “Then talk to him and see how he’s doing,” I muttered. Lisa took the phone from me, and a smile spread across her fac
(Lisa's POV) "Why are you grinning?" he asked as he drove us back home. "You look cute when you're jealous," I replied with a smile. "I already told you I wasn't jealous," he remarked, trying to mask his denial with a cold expression. This would be the fifth time I’d be saying it since we left the Giani... whatever it was he called the hills. But this was the fifth time he had denied being jealous. "Then why did you suddenly decide to take a picture of me?" I pressed. "I... I just wanted to give it a try," he uttered, and I chuckled slightly. Alessio might be unreadable when it comes to his feelings, but he can't hide it when he's jealous. It’s so fluttering to know he gets jealous whenever I'm with someone else. "Thanks for today," I smiled at him, deciding not to press further about his jealousy. "You're welcome," he muttered, and I smiled back before leaning against the car window to inhale the fresh night air. "Do you want some ice cream?" he asked. I looked
(Lisa's POV) My eyes went to the wall clock, and I exhaled for the umpteenth time. It was already past 9 PM, and Alessio still hadn't returned home. I had come to his suite just so I'd be the first person to know when he was back, but I had been in his room for over an hour with no sign of him entering. I would have called him, but I didn’t have his number. Ivan wasn’t home either. If he was, I would have asked why Alessio was taking so long to return. It was crazy how much I missed him now, considering I had always wished he wouldn't come close to me. "Don’t miss me too much. When I’m back, we’ll continue where we left off. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk." I blushed hard at the memory of his words, my face simpering. My body heated up as I recalled how we had almost had sex—if not for the phone call that interrupted us. Feeling bored while waiting for him, I scrolled through the pictures I had taken when he took me to watch the sunset. I couldn't stop myself fr
(Lisa's POV) "Am I hurting you?" he whispered, driving his cock deeper inside me. I pressed my lips together to suppress the pain. I was actually enjoying the way his cock slid inside me, but he was huge, and my pussy hadn't adjusted to his size yet. Even with the pain, I wanted him. It wasn’t as painful as when he took my virginity that night, so I shook my head, not wanting to give him a reason to stop. The first time we had sex, I was drunk and didn’t remember all the details. Now that I was sober, I wanted to remember every bit of it—and enjoy it as well. "Are you sure?" he asked again, gripping my waist and making me grind against his cock. "Yes," I moaned loudly. I didn’t know how to ride a cock, so he guided me by moving my waist back and forth. My brain went numb as his cock moved inside me. He took off my top, and my round breasts bounced free. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he didn’t have to unhook anything. Alessio went straight for my breasts, sucking on my nip
(Alessio's POV) After so many times of denying me her body, she finally gave it to me. I finally got to bury my cock inside her. Last night was mesmerizing. I enjoyed every bit of it. The way my cock moved inside her at a fast pace felt like an artist winning a Grammy. I would have continued from last night’s sex in the bathroom, where she had allowed me to touch her breasts and finger her pussy all in the name of bathing her, but I had to hold back. I had been so rough last night, and even though I wanted her badly again, I still needed to give her a break—else she might pass out. Lisa—I don’t know why she finally allowed me to touch her, but I’m too selfish when it comes to her, so I don’t want to think too much about it. I was beyond excited about how things were turning out. She allowed me to make love to her, and she was no longer thinking of escaping. Does she love me the way I love her? I wondered, but I tried not to get my hopes up too high. Maybe she was just doin
(Lisa's POV) I was lost in the book I was reading when I was distracted by the notification from my phone. I checked who the message was from, and when I saw that it was Alessio, I simpered, my cheeks turning red. "Your collarbones are fucking sexy," was the message he sent me. When I sent him a picture of myself, I just wanted him to see that I was actually reading, but instead of paying attention to what the picture entailed, all he could see was my collarbones. Am I angry about it? Of course not. It was the first time he had complimented me, and I loved it. I didn’t know what to say, so I sent him a red heart emoji. "Your collarbones are fucking sexy." The words replayed in my head a thousand times, and I found myself wishing I could hear him say it in his deep voice rather than just in a text—but it was better than nothing. I abandoned my book and focused on the text he had sent me, simpering and blushing at the same time. When an idea entered my head, I sprang up from the
(Lisa's POV) I entered Alessio's suite with a tray of food in my hand, Isabella's words lingering in my mind. I dropped the food on the table and sat on the bed, thinking deeply about it. The first time I gave my body to him was because I was drunk and not in my right state of mind. When I gave him my body for the second time and let him do whatever he wanted with it, I was sober, which meant I knew what I was doing. Does that mean we are an item now, or was I just a means of satisfaction for him? He said he never had sex with any other woman after our first night together. Does that mean I have a place in his heart, or was I just someone he wanted to keep around? I was thinking deeply about this because I didn't want to appear as a whore. I had given my body to him not out of lust, but because I was slowly falling in love with him. He isn't the kind of man I dreamt of marrying, but sometimes we can't choose who our heart desires, especially when the man your heart flutter
(Lisa's POV)I entered Alessio's suite a few days later and met Ivan instead of him. Ivan was working on a laptop, which I assumed belonged to Alessio."Madame," he smiled at me."Where's Alessio?" I asked."He's at the gym," Ivan replied with a smile.I nodded and left the suite. Ivan had once shown me where the gym was inside the house, and I still remembered the way. I’m good at memorizing things—the only thing I can't do or remember is cooking.Entering the gym, I found Alessio lifting weights, the veins in his muscles on full display as he moved the bar up and down. He was shirtless, and the beads of sweat rolling down his chest were already making me have… naughty thoughts.Gosh! He's right. I am obsessed with his chiseled chest."How long are you going to keep staring at me?" he asked, setting the weights down.I beamed at him as I walked closer, my eyes scanning the space.I had been here once before, but I hadn’t paid much attention to the beauty of the gym because all I coul
(Alessio's POV) The night was cold, and the sky was dark, with none of the stars coming out to display themselves because it had just rained over the whole city. I had just come out of Lisa's room after she had fallen asleep. She had cuddled herself around me, using the excuse that it was cold. I didn't complain because I had actually loved it. What she did to Bianca earlier today lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle at it. I knew she was lying. Bianca had made an attempt to hit her, but she didn't. I had pretended not to notice it because Bianca needed to pay for lying to her. What I hadn't expected was for her to ask Bianca to lick her feet. She is my woman, after all, which is why I had ordered Bianca to do as she said. Bianca isn't someone who learns easily — she always wants it the hard way. I have been restraining myself from killing her for the sake of our childhood and the promises I made to my dad, and I do hope she doesn't go to the extent of
(Writer's POV) Bianca fumed in anger as she entered her room. She was paranoid about what Alessio had done to her. "How could you have done that to me, Alessio!" she screamed, feeling hurt. Her heart felt like it was being slaughtered into tiny pieces. When Lisa had told her to lick her feet, she hadn't expected Alessio to agree to it. She didn't just apologize to Lisa—she also licked her feet. Bianca was too scared of Alessio to even go against him. She had watched him grow, and she knew what kind of man he was. If not for his promise to his dad, she knew she would have long been dead. "This is all your fault, Lisa!" she screamed and angrily punched the dressing mirror in her room. Her punch broke the mirror, and blood began dripping from her hand, but she didn't care about the pain. The pain in her heart was more unbearable than the pain of a person burning in hell. Her heart ached. It ached and longed to be with Alessio, but she was just as useless as the "k" in "
(Lisa's POV) I yawned loudly after I was done with my trainings for the day. Thankfully, I didn't have classes with the lady who taught me how to speak Italian. I was thrilled about that because I didn't have the energy to sit through her classes. Angelo wasn't in the clan, he had left to see his family, and it kind of felt odd not having him here. He was the only one I was used to in the clan. I miss Isabella and Vanessa. If I was home, Isabella would be filling my ears with so many stories. Where she always got her stories from was something I still didn't understand. I missed the maids too—and making coffee for them. I couldn't wait to go back home after I must've proven to Salvatore that I wasn't a weakling. I sat outside just to feel the warmth of the evening breeze. While at it, I took out my phone to look at some old pictures of mine, especially the ones Alessio had taken at Gianicolo Hills, only to remember I no longer had my phone with me and that I was holding th
(Lisa's POV) It's been a week since Alessio told me about his family. I felt pity for him because he had witnessed his own mother murder his father. It must have really been hard for him since he had no one to defend him when Salvatore heartlessly trained him. Hearing his past, I finally understood why he turned out the way he did, and why he didn't want to talk about his family. No one can grow up normal after experiencing such tragic incidents at a young age. "What are you doing?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I simpered then turned to look at him. "We aren't in your office, Alessio. What if the members of the clan see us together?" I muttered with a smile, looking around the shooting range. "Who cares about them?" he replied, trying to kiss me, but I resisted with a smile. "I'm training, Alessio. I don't want to get distracted," I said and shot at the shooting target, but I let out a frustrated sigh when I missed the scorning zones. "Why is it
(Lisa's POV) I still couldn't believe Alessio would do that to me. He had promised he would never hurt me, but yet he did. When he choked my neck, I pleaded with him, hoping he'd stop, but he ended up throwing me against the wall like a piece of paper. I had never imagined he would do that to me. Even though he hasn't said he loves me yet, I thought I was the most important person to him. So how could he do that to the most important person in his life? I was just looking out for him because it's been years since he saw a picture of his mother, and yet he reacted as if I had just shown him his worst nightmare. I want to hate him. I want to hate him for what he did, but I couldn't do it, because I was completely head over heels for him. When I sent him away, I felt hurt doing that to him, but it was the only way to show him I was mad at him for what he had done. I must have nine lives because I don't know how I've kept surviving with everything that has been happening to me ev
(Alessio's POV) How could I? How could I have done that to the woman I love so much? How could I have vented my anger on her like that? I should have held back. I should have held back my anger no matter how angry I was. I shouldn't have done that to her. I should have simply torn the picture when she gave it to me. But if only she had told me where she got the picture and didn't keep insisting I missed that despicable woman, I wouldn't have lashed out at her like that. Still, it didn't justify what I did to her. I didn't just choke her almost to death, I threw her like a piece of paper, making her back land forcefully on the wall. Kindness? The woman from earlier who had an abusive husband must be mistaken. There's no single kindness inside of me. The boy from decades ago is already dead. If I still had that kindness in me, I wouldn't have done what I did to Lisa. I would have held back. I had promised her I was never going to hurt her, but still, I broke that promi
(Alessio's POV)"Where are you?" I read the message Lisa had sent me. I was about to reply when another message came through, demanding that I come back to the clan, because she had something to give me. "A gift? What kind of gift?" I texted back. She replied that she would only show it to me when I returned back to the clan. I smiled lightly, imagining how cute she must have looked while typing the message. "Don Alessio? Are you still listening to me?" the woman across from me asked, and I shifted my gaze from my phone to look at her. She had come to meet me because she claimed to have an abusive husband who beat her and her twelve-year-old child. Right now, the child was in the hospital with only a ten percent chance of survival. "Yes, I'm listening. Go on," I said, and she began sniffling. "I know it’s all my fault for marrying an abusive man. Even when everyone warned me not to, I insisted on marrying him. I tried to run away, but no matter where I hide, he always find
(Lisa's POV) I have always been curious about Alessio's family. Anytime I brought up the topic, he always found a way to change it. Though he had said it was something he didn’t want to talk about, I couldn’t help but wonder why. Even Ivan had once warned me never to mention his mother to him. Bianca might be the second person I hate after the devil, but at least she was right about one thing. I can't claim to love a man and have countless sex with him without knowing anything about his family—what they look like, what happened to them, and, most importantly, his relationship with his parents. "You know everything about his family?" I asked as curiosity took over me. Bianca walked up to me, the smile on her face unwavering. "Do you think I was joking when I said I grew up with Don Alessio? We grew up together, Lisa. I ate from the same plate as him and even slept in the same bed. I knew the cheerful side of Don Alessio when he was still a kid, before he transformed into a
(Lisa's POV) "Whoa, Lisa! You're improving so much," the lady in charge of teaching me Italian complimented after I finished reading some words in Italian. Though it was hard to pull off, I was happy my efforts weren’t going down the drain. "Thank you so much, ma. But I'm still not fluent in it," I simpered. "Yeah, you're not, but you're doing a very good job. If you keep learning, you'll be perfect—not as perfect as a native speaker, but at least you'll be able to understand when someone speaks Italian," she said with a smile, her Italian-English accent evident. Some people in the clan could speak basic English, but Italian tones were always detected in their voices whenever they spoke. I was the only fluent English speaker here, which is why I was determined to learn, so I could interact with them in the language they were comfortable with. Not to forget, there was also my deal with Salvatore. I had been getting a lot of compliments on how much I was improving in terms o