(Lisa's POV) He took my legs and placed them on his lap, and all I could do was watch him in shock. Was this the same monster who had gouged out someone’s eyes without thinking twice? Why would he even bother to treat my wounds? I thought to myself as I watched him open the first-aid box, pulling out an antiseptic solution. The warmth of his hands moving gently across my feet as he examined my injury sent shivers down my spine. I should have been focused on the pain in my foot, but instead, I was hyper-aware of his touch—almost as though it were igniting something deeper within me. His hands always seemed to evoke sensations I couldn’t suppress, no matter how much I hated him. He applied the antiseptic solution to the wound, and that’s when I winced. “Does it hurt?” His voice was soft, almost a whisper. I nodded slowly, feeling strangely childlike. He lowered his head to my feet and began blowing cool air over the wound to soothe it. I stared at him, utterly baffled. Was this Ale
(Alessio's POV) "Alessio," she called my name, and when I turned to look at her, she raised herself on her toes just so she could reach my height, and she kissed me. The kiss came so unexpectedly that the cigarette stick fell from my hand. I wasn’t expecting this from her. She nearly accused me of trying to have sex with her when she was unconscious, and now she’s kissing me—her lips all over mine as though she was waiting for an invitation to enter my mouth. She devoured my lips even though I wasn’t kissing back. I was too shocked to reciprocate. The way she was kissing me wasn’t the same as that night. That night, it was passionate and filled with longing. But this time, her kiss felt empty, like she was doing it on purpose. Recovering from my shock, I pulled her away. "What are you doing?" I asked, and she smiled at me—something she had never done before. All she ever did was glare at me or look at me with fearful eyes. "Kissing you," she replied, trying to kiss me again, b
(Lisa's POV) "I don’t know what you’re up to, but whatever it is, don’t even think about it. I already told you I can’t control myself when I’m angry. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you push me, I will—and it’ll be bad. You can ask Ivan; I don’t say things I won’t do. Do I make myself clear?" His words echoed a thousand times in my ears, each syllable searing into my consciousness. It was a warning, but I didn’t care. His threats didn’t scare me anymore. I was still going to push through with my plans. Since he refused to let me go and chose to lock me up in his house, I was determined to do whatever it took to leave this place—even if it meant becoming a seductress. If gaining his trust was the key, then I would play the part to earn it. I was resolute in my plan to escape the grasp of a monster like him and the chaotic world he lives in. A small smile spread across my face as determination filled me. I looked around the room, but he was nowhere to be found. I was sure I had f
(Lisa's POV) "Am I really the first woman he ever brought to his house?" This thought surged through me as I sat down on the bed. Ivan had long gone because he said he had some business stuff to handle with Alessio. I didn’t bother to ask Ivan about it because I knew I wouldn’t understand a thing about the kind of business Alessio does. But was Ivan telling the truth when he said I am the first woman Alessio has brought home, or was he just lying to make me stay here and try not to escape again? He’s Alessio’s right-hand man and supports him even when he’s wrong. Besides, no woman in her right senses would want to live in a house where the exit is hard to find. I don’t care if I’m the first woman he ever brought home; I’m still going to push through with my plans. There’s nothing to be impressed about. He was my first, but I wasn’t his first. He has been with lots of women, so I shouldn’t be swayed just because I am the first woman he’s kept close after the night we had sex. Som
(Alessio's POV) Does she like Isabella already? Does that mean she won't try to escape again since she already has someone to talk to? I asked myself as my fingers tapped on the table occasionally. I decided to go through with what Ivan suggested—giving her someone she could chat with anytime she feels bored. The maids won't talk to her freely because I’ve instructed them to show her the same respect they show me. Isabella is one of my workers in the clan. I chose her because she seems less corrupt than the other female mobsters. The female mobsters in the clan are nothing but bitches who sleep with anyone they come across, and I don’t want Lisa to be corrupted by any of them. That’s why I chose Isabella. I hope Lisa won’t try to escape again now that I’ve given her someone to talk to. I only went through with Ivan’s advice, not because she’d succeed in escaping, but because I don’t want to hurt her if she tries escaping again. I just hope this time she won’t disobey, so I won’t
(Alessio's POV) "You won't have to kill anyone, Godfather, because I don't love any woman, and it's always going to remain that way. Like I have always said to you, I'm nothing like my father. I won't ever end up the way he did," I said, with all the assurance I could give. Lisa is just someone I want to keep around me, not someone I love. "That's good to know. Your father was a disgrace to the DeLuca family," Salvatore said, and that made my anger boil. My dad might not be the strongest man I know, but he was the purest person on earth. The only mistake he made was falling in love with the wrong woman, and with each passing day, I wish she wasn't my mother. "Don't call my father a disgrace, Godfather. Even if he didn't meet up to the family's expectations, at least he gave his best. I won't tolerate you insulting my dad. He might be dead, but you have no right to insult him, even at his grave," I said, my voice filled with anger. It has always been tradition to respect the Godf
(Lisa's POV) I stood by Alessio's suite, debating whether I should enter or not. I had been in his suite a couple of times, so I knew exactly where it was located in his house. The only thing hard to find in this place was the exit. I wanted to talk to him—not because I wanted to, but because it was part of my plan. Before coming here, I had been so determined, but standing here at his doorstep, it felt like my courage had been replaced with fear. "You can do this, Lisa. If you want to leave this place, go back to California and to your Dad, you have to do this," I said, exhaling deeply. I raised my hand to knock on the door, and that's when his voice stopped me. "What are you doing?" he asked. I turned to look at him, and there he was, standing a little distance away. He stood tall, his hands tucked in his pockets, like always. "Hi," I faked a smile at him, slowly waving. He walked closer to me, towering over me with his height and build. "You haven't answered my question
(Alessio's POV) I love the way my touch affects her. I love how my touches send shivers down her spine. It makes me feel like I own every part of her body—she’s mine anyway. From the moment we spent that night together, under each other's skin, she marked herself as mine. No one can touch her except me. No one can kiss her or do crazy things to her body except me. Is this what you call love or lust? I am still yet to understand, but all I know is that she is mine to possess and mine to keep. "Does my touch have a great effect on you?" I asked purposely, my hand sliding further up her thigh, almost reaching her panties. I shouldn't be doing this, but she started it. She suddenly became nice, smiling and seducing me however she pleases—even if she’s unaware that every single thing she does makes me want to kiss her and fuck her. But I do hope she heeded to my advice and isn’t planning to escape again. It’d be dangerous if what I’m thinking is actually going on in her head. When
(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
(Lisa's POV) I sat down on the bed, burying my face in my thighs and wrapping my arms around them as fresh tears dripped from my eyes. I don’t know what had gotten into Alessio, but he had completely changed in just few hours. First, he killed Vanessa, and now he didn’t even blink before sending my dad away. I want to leave. No matter how much I love him, I can't tolerate him anymore. He killed Vanessa—an innocent woman who had been so kind to me from the very first day she was brought here by that monster. More tears streamed down my face as memories of Vanessa filled my mind. It felt like a dream, but I knew it wasn’t. She was dead. The door creaked open, and he stepped inside, his hands in his pockets. “You’re finally awake?” he said, but I only gave him a hateful glare. My heart might still love him, but my mind already despised him for what he did to Vanessa. “Lisa…” he took a step closer. “Don’t. Don’t come any closer, Alessio,” I said firmly, though my eyes continued to
(Writer's POV) Jacob trembled quietly as he waited for Alessio. The gateman had refused to let him in, judging by how the security guards had thrown him out earlier. "You can do this, Jacob. Lisa might love him, but he's not good for her. I'm sure she'll find a better man once she goes back to California with you," Jacob assured himself. "I thought I told you to leave?" Alessio asked as he approached him. Jacob became terrified at the sight of him, but he tried to stand his ground. If he did what Enzo instructed him to do, Lisa would never find out he was the reason her mother died. It might not have been deliberate, but in the end, he was still the one who made her motherless—which is why he had showered her with so much love over the years. "I came to see you," he managed to say. "Came to see me?" Alessio repeated. His eyes flicked to the gateman, who quickly understood the signal and opened the electric gate. Alessio stepped out of the compound, his height and build
(Alessio's POV) "I already sent him away, Boss Alessio," Ivan informed. "What about Lisa?" I muttered. "I haven't checked up on her. I kept her locked up like you ordered me to do," he said. "You can leave," I muttered again, and he left. My eyes gazed at my phone screen, expecting a call from Enzo. I was waiting for him to call, even if he was going to use a voice changer, because I knew he must’ve seen Vanessa's dead body. I tried calling him, but, as always, it didn't go through. I even had to use Vanessa's cellphone that I had taken from her, but he didn’t pick up, knowing full well I was the one calling since Vanessa was dead. When she mentioned that Enzo was going to come after Lisa, I became too angry, and that’s why I killed her. I don’t regret killing her anyway; I already got the truth I was looking for—Enzo was still alive. My mind drifted to Lisa, and I heaved a deep sigh before going to her room to see her. Opening the door, she was sleeping on the bare fl
(Writer's POV) People murmured to one another, and cars kept stopping just to take a look at Vanessa's dead body. Ivan had dumped her body in the middle of the road where she could be easily seen, just as Alessio had instructed him. "I wonder what happened to her." "Who could have fired so many bullets at her?" "Does anyone know her?" People murmured among themselves as they took pictures of Vanessa's body. The cops were there too, but they couldn’t get any CCTV footage of what had happened because Ivan had made sure to delete the footage showing how he dumped Vanessa's body. While people were still murmuring, Enzo, who was taking a ride back home after having his breakfast at a nearby restaurant, stepped out of his car when he saw the crowd. Making his way to the front where Vanessa’s corpse lay, he gasped in shock. She had already turned pale. "Va...nessa," he stuttered as he rushed toward her dead body. The cops tried to stop him, but he pushed them all away, lifting Vanes
(Alessio's POV) "This must be a misunderstanding. Vanessa can't possibly be the spy!" Lisa defended Vanessa for the umpteenth time. The gunshot had startled everyone in the house. They were all fully awake, watching as I tortured Vanessa, who refused to speak. No one was speaking against me; even her own father didn’t dare to say a word. All he did was stand there, watching as I tortured Vanessa in one of the torture rooms inside the house. It was Lisa who kept shouting and defending Vanessa, even after I had told her that she was a spy. "You better stay out of this, Lisa!" I yelled at her, hoping to make her flinch and back off, but she stood her ground, her eyes burning into mine. For the first time since I met her, I wanted her to go back to the way she used to be—terrified and scared whenever she saw me, even if it was just for a moment. She no longer showed a single bit of fear for me. This was what I had always wanted—for her not to be scared of me—but now I wished
(Alessio's POV) "Are you sure you're alright?" I asked Lisa a few days later. She nodded her head as she yawned. These past few days, she had constantly complained of being tired, even though all she did was sleep. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?" I asked again, concern lacing my voice. She shook her head in disagreement. "I'm fine, Alessio. It's just a minor sickness. I’ll be fine." "You're sure?" I asked again, even though she had made it clear she was fine. "I'm sure of it. Where's my dad?" she asked. "In his room," I replied. I had allowed her father to stay here all because of her, but I hoped he would get the hint and go back to California. I didn’t like him being in my house, and I couldn't possibly tell him to leave—unless I wanted Lisa to be mad at me. She hadn’t been herself these past few days, and I didn’t want to add to her stress by asking her dad to leave. Thankfully, he understood the kind of man I was, and we rarely spo
(Alessio's POV) I sat at the far end of the nightclub, sipping from my bottle of tequila and smoking through my mouth and nostrils. Lisa and I fought again. We never seem to run out of things to fight about. One minute we’re sweet with each other, and the next, we have something to argue over. Why can’t she understand that I don’t want to get married or have kids? It’s not that I don’t want those things, it’s just that I want to be the last legacy of the Declan mafia world. I wouldn't want my child to go through the same pain and suffering I went through, all because he was next in line to rule the DeLuca Mafia world. My late dad tried to prevent it from happening, but in the end, I became a mafia boss. Just because I have no plans of marrying her or starting a family doesn’t mean I love her less. Can’t we just be happy together? These were the thoughts going through my mind, until a lady wrapped her arms around me. The only thing she was wearing was stilettos, as she was comp
(Lisa's POV) The drive back home was a silent one. I sat in the back seat with my dad instead of the front seat with Alessio. With every passing second, he glanced at me through the rearview mirror, but I pretended not to notice. His words still lingered, and if not for my dad sitting next to me, I would've argued with him again. "Are you okay?" my dad whispered, and I nodded with a smirk. We arrived home, and my dad and I got out of the car, but Alessio didn't. I expected him to blindfold my dad so he wouldn't know the way into of the house, but he just drove off after I got out with my dad. He didn’t say a word to me, and it kind of stung my heart. "Why did he suddenly leave like that?" my dad asked, and I forced a smile so he wouldn't notice the sadness in my eyes. "I'm sure he has something important to do, Dad." "His behavior sucks, Lisa." "That's how he is. He's a mafia boss, remember? They tend to act that way." "I don't like him for you." "I know you don't, and I ca