(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
(Lisa's POV) "Whoa! That's impressive, Lisa," Angelo complimented in Italian, after I was able to fire at a scoring zone in the shooting target. I was slowly starting to understand some words in Italian, but I didn't know how to speak it yet. "I wish I can just hit the bullseye, then I'd know I'm doing great," I frowned. "Don't be hard on yourself, Lisa. It's always hard to fire at the bullseye. Only pros like Don Alessio will be able to fire at the bullseye with less effort," he said, mixing his words in both English and Italian. "That's why he's my man," I muttered with a smile. "Huh?" he uttered, not quite hearing what I just said. Well, it's a good thing he didn't hear me, else he'd have known I was Alessio's woman and not an ordinary member of the clan that I had introduced myself to be. "What did you say, Lisa?" he asked, curious about what I just said. "Well... I said that's why Don Alessio is the best," I forced a smile, and since he was unaware of my lies, h
(Alessio's POV) "He told me he likes me," her words echoed in my ears a thousand times as I marched towards wherever Angelo might be. What gives him the right to say those words to my woman? I knew this would happen— Which was why I had told her to stay clear of him, but she kept insisting they were just friends. I had to let it slide because I wanted to make her happy, only for me to find out he confessed his feelings for her. Something I haven't even done. "Angelo!" my voice bellowed when I saw him talking to a few mobsters. His expression changed when he saw me—there was fear. Of course, he should be scared because he was about to meet death for daring to confess his feelings with that stupid mouth of his. I briskly walked up to him and pinned him harshly against the wall. The other mobsters gasped at my reaction while he was already trembling as my angry gaze bore into his. "Did... I do something wrong, Don Alessio?" he trembled, and I pinned him deeper into the wall. If
(Alessio's POV) Lisa and I came down from the car after we arrived at Salvatore's territory. It took a lot of pressure before I agreed to let her come here. I had earlier refused her request to meet up with Salvatore, but she kept insisting that she had made a deal with him and wanted to prove to him that she wasn't a weakling like he thought she was. It was surprising how she was able to learn basic fighting skills in just two months, but I wasn't really happy about what she bargained with Salvatore. What if she fails? Well, there was nothing to be afraid of because I would never allow him to touch my woman. I can't win over him in combat, and he can't win over me either. It would definitely be a bloodshed between us if, by chance, Lisa fails and he tries to kill her. "Let's go in, Alessio," her voice broke through my thoughts, and I let out a sigh. If I had a choice, I would have just gone back home with her, but right now, I don't have a choice since it's somehow ha
(Writer's POV) Lisa was pushed out of the car the moment it halted. She yelped when she got a scratch on her knee, but she managed to stand, entering through the gate and staring at the tall building in front of her. "I'm going to get the gun and leave before the building explodes," she muttered to herself. Just as she was about to step into the building, someone kicked her from behind. She didn’t see it coming, so she fell to the ground. Lisa tried to stand up, but another kick from the man sent her sprawling again. The man smirked and walked closer to her, attempting to stomp her with his boots, but Lisa rolled away, and he stomped the ground instead. She quickly got to her feet, and the man tried punching her, but Lisa dodged the punch, recalling every swift dodging move she had learned from Alessio. He continued aiming at her, but Lisa kept dodging his punches and kicks. Finally, she was able to flip over her shoulder. He groaned in pain, and Lisa seized the opportuni
(Writer's POV) Alessio got to his feet, and his eyes widened in shock as he saw the burning building in front of him. The fire was massive, and its reflection danced in his eyes. For a moment, he couldn't move; it felt as though his feet were too heavy. His mind spun as the fire continued to consume the building. "Li...sa," he stuttered, his eyes misting as he walked toward the flames. He didn't care about the burning building—he only wanted to find the woman who meant the world to him. "Boss Alessio!" Ivan screamed loudly. He quickly rushed out of the car he had used to follow Alessio and ran to him, grabbing his arm. "You can't go in there, Boss. It's dangerous," Ivan said. "Let go of me!" Alessio bellowed, jerking his arm away. He tried to enter the burning building again, but Ivan blocked his path. "Move!" Alessio commanded in a deep voice, though his eyes betrayed his emotion. They were filled with tears—something Ivan had never seen before. "Don't go in there
(Alessio's POV) I caressed her hair as she lay peacefully on the hospital bed. She had so many bruises all over her, and I felt bad for every single one of them, especially her shot arm. She had gone through so much, and it was all because of me, but I was happy she was still alive. When I saw the building burning, it felt like my heart had stopped beating because I had thought she had died. If she had died, I don’t know what would have become of me, because life would have been meaningless to me. She was my source of joy, my oxygen, and my salvation. I just love her too much, and that's why I couldn’t stop thanking the heavens for being there for her. I stared at her as she slept soundly, and a smile crept across my face. She needed a good rest after what she had gone through last night. "You’re so stubborn," I muttered and smiled, caressing her hair slowly, watching her beautiful face. Ivan entered the VIP room, and my eyes shifted to him. "The Godfather is getting ready to
(Lisa's POV) I felt so happy hearing from Alessio that Salvatore had left Italy. It wasn’t easy to ace the mission he gave me, but I was glad I was able to push through, even if I had almost endangered my life. It was a way for me to prove my love for Alessio, and just like I had promised him, he wouldn’t have the same fate as his father. Moreover, it would be impossible for me to kill him. He was way stronger than me, and aside from that, I would never have a reason to kill him because I loved him so much. "Is it necessary to buy a gift for them?" Alessio asked with a frown as he pushed the cart. "Of course, it is. I miss Isabella and Vanessa so much," I replied. "It would have been a different case if the items were for you. Why should I spend my money and time buying stuff for people I don’t care about?" he complained. This was the fourth time he had complained, and I never thought he even knew how to complain until now. "If you don’t want to do it, I will," I frown
(Lisa's POV) "It's been a while, Lisa. How have you been?" Nathan asked me with a smile. I furrowed my brows at him, wondering if he had forgotten what he did to me, but nevertheless, I beamed a smile at him. If he hadn't shattered my heart, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to know a man like Alessio. "I've been good. What about you?" I asked, trying my best to be formal. There was no reason to be informal with him. "I've been good too. Where have you been all this while? I constantly go to your workplace, but all what your boss keep saying is that you're on a business trip. I couldn't go to your dad, because you must've told him what I did to you." "Exactly, Nathan. I'm glad you still remember what you did to me. So why do you keep going to my boss asking about me?" I asked sharply. "It's because I miss you, Lisa," he murmured, and I chuckled, finding his words so funny. "You miss me? What about the woman you were with? Didn't she sponsor your business like you claimed
(Lisa's POV) I betrayed the man I love and the man who loves me, and no matter what my reasons were, it wasn't justified. I had a chance to ask him about it, but rather than confronting him, I acted rashly. He lost everything. A lot of innocent souls died because of me, and it's best if I leave. If he had wanted to kill me, I would have accepted it, but since he wanted me out of his life, I will do as he says, even though it hurts being separated from him. Staring at the entrance of the airport, my tears fell down my cheeks, but I wiped them off with a sob. With the despicable thing I have done, I don't know if I could live a normal life. I will forever be haunted for betraying him and for killing innocent souls. I sniffled one last time. I made to enter the airport, but I bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," I managed to say, but fresh tears fell from my eyes and down to my cheeks when I saw I had bumped into Angelo. "Angelo," I said, nearly breaking into tears. I had
(Alessio's POV) "How long have I been unconscious?" I asked. "For a few days," Ivan answered. I sighed, trying to sit up on the bed, but Ivan quickly stopped me from doing so. "You shouldn't do that yet. Your wounds are still fresh," he said, but I ignored him and sat up on the bed, enduring the pain. Every part of my body was filled with injuries. It hurt and itched at the same time. "Where's Salvatore?" "He left a few minutes before you woke up," Ivan replied. "Is it true that Enzo destroyed everything, including my house and the clan?" Ivan looked at me and sadly nodded his head. "We lost the mobsters at the clan. The innocent maids also died from the explosion." "No single person survived?" I asked, hiding how bad I felt. "No one, Boss Alessio. We have nothing left," Ivan answered, wiping his tears, as he was too emotional to control them. I failed to protect my men. If I hadn't been trapped under Enzo's custody, none of this would have happened. "Aren’
(Writer's POV) "What did I just hear you just say? You gave who to who?" Salvatore sneered. He had booked an early flight to Rome so he could know the happenings of the clan, only for him to meet dead monsters and a destroyed clan. Lisa took in her lips, unable to say anything. Salvatore had always said she'd betray Alessio, and she felt so embarrassed because his instinct came to pass. She betrayed the man who loves her. A man who always showed up whenever she was in danger. She made a promise… but couldn't keep her promise. She was just like his mother. "Have your tongue been cut off? Repeat what you just said!" he snapped at her, and tears strolled down her eyes. No matter how much she cried, it wouldn't justify what she had done. "I didn't mean to betray him," she began sobbing. "I thought he killed my dad, so I gave him an apple injected with succinylcholine. He became weak because of it, and Enzo was able to trap him. Enzo has him in his custody and it's all
(Writer's POV) "Did Don Alessio answer the phone?" Isabella asked Ivan in a panicked voice, while Ivan shook his head with a sigh. "Why would Lisa even think of leaving the house?" Isabella murmured, her worries palpable. She had earlier gone to Lisa's room to talk to her, only to find out she wasn't in her room. When she got worried, she asked Ivan for help, and he looked into the surveillance cameras and they both found out that Lisa had sneaked out of the house by secretly entering the car trunk of Alessio's car. "Do you think Don Alessio has seen her already?" "I don't think so, Isabella. It's unlike him not to answer the phone either. Something seems off and I can feel it," Ivan muttered. Isabella swiped her hand through her hair in frustration. "Why can't Lisa just believe that Vanessa was indeed a spy?" "Asking questions won't do. If Alessio still doesn't know she's not in the house, then we should find her before he does." Isabella nodded, and just as they were about t
(Lisa's POV) "I love you so much, Lisa." Those words repeated themselves a thousand times in my ears, and fresh tears rushed down my face. These were the words I had always longed to hear from him. Alessio finally confessed his feelings to me. My glassy eyes shifted to him, and I saw the sincerity in his tears. Did he really not kill my dad? Did I accuse him wrongly? If he wasn't the one who murdered my dad, then who could have done it? "I didn't kill your dad. I will never do that to you," he whispered, and my heart shattered even more. I didn't know who to believe because my dad, who could have spoken for himself, was dead. "Enough with the emotional scenes, lovers. Tell me, Alessio, aren't you happy to see me?" he smirked. Alessio glared at him. "Why should I miss someone like you? You're still the weak person you are. Isn't that why you made me appear weak in front of you? Because you know I would always beat you to a pulp," Alessio said, despite his weakness. Enzo got
(Alessio's POV) I was all alone in my office, thinking of ways I could make Lisa forgive me, when I received a text from her, demanding we meet up. My eyebrows furrowed in surprise, wondering how she was able to leave the house because I had given my men strict warnings not to allow her leave. I sprang up from the chair and called her. It rang many times, but she didn't answer. Grabbing my jacket, I rushed out of my office and almost bumped into Angelo on my way out. He looked shocked upon seeing me. "Why are you looking at me that way? Did something happen?" I asked. "No... nothing happened?" he stuttered, his hand shaking. I didn't have time to ask him why he was reacting that way because all I could think of was going to Lisa and ask how she was able to leave the house. I left Angelo standing there and got into my car. I drove off to Gianicolo Hills, where Lisa had asked me to meet her. Arriving at the hills, she was the only one there, staring into space, lost in t
(Lisa's POV) Angelo arrived at the location the caller had given me. It was a warehouse, but from the looks of it, it was still under construction. I tried getting down from the car, but Angelo held my hand. "Don't tell me you're going in there?" "Yes, I am. That's why I asked you to bring me here in the first place." "You need to tell me what's going on, Lisa. Don Alessio will kill me if he finds out about this," his tone was etched with worry. "You don't need to worry about that. He won't ever find out unless you snitch on me. Are you going to do that?" Angelo sighed, feeling defeated. "You know I would never do that to you. I just want to know why you came here and who you want to talk to." "It's just someone I know. I just need to find out the truth." "The truth about what?" I ignored his question and got out of the car. He tried to follow me, but I stopped him from doing so. "What if you get hurt?" "I'll be fine. I can defend myself," I assured him. "Should
(Lisa's POV) I didn’t know what to do at that moment. There was no way I could possibly leave this house—not when Alessio had his eyes on me. My heart shattered as I spoke to him. Not even in my worst nightmares did I ever dream about losing my dad. Everything was happening so fast in just one day. First, Vanessa died. Then Alessio drastically changing from who he used to be into something worse. And now, I just found out that my dad was dead. It felt like my world had collapsed right in front of me. Why was all this happening to me in one single day? “I… I can't leave. Alessio’s got his eyes on me,” I sniffled. “Then it means you're not interested in knowing who killed your dad!” he snapped and hung up. “Please, don’t hang up on me!” I cried out. Sobbing, I called the number again, but he didn’t pick up. “Please answer the phone,” I cried, almost at the brink of losing myself. I wished this was all just a dream—one where I’d wake up and find Vanessa cooking for me, my dad sti