(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) I have always hated it when women touch me, that's why I always take the lead when I'm having sex with them. What I told Lisa was true—she was the first woman I had kissed. I had always treated women unfairly when having sex with them, but with Lisa, it was different. She’d be the first woman to give me a blow job. She pushed my cock further into her mouth, making me groan in excessive pleasure. She said she had zero knowledge about giving a man a blow job, but she was handling it like a pro. Her mouth kept sucking on my cock as she played with my balls. Damn! How could she be so good at this on her first try? My hand went to the back of her head, and I used it to push more of her mouth into my cock. She choked, but she continued sucking it deeper and harder. I couldn't hold back my moans. I didn’t expect much from her, but fuck, she was good. It was the best reward I had ever received. "Lisa..." I moaned as her tongue teased the tip of my cock. If she
(Alessio's POV) "Boss Alessio, you need to calm down," Ivan stammered as fear gripped him. "Don't tell me to fucking calm down, Ivan!" I snarled, recalling how he had recommended the Gianicolo Hills to me when I asked him for the perfect place in Rome to watch the sunset. He was the only one who knew I had taken Lisa there, and earlier today, I had told him to tell Lisa I was at the gym, just in case she entered my suite looking for me. All evidence pointed to him because he always shows up a few minutes after the stranger's call ended. He is either the strange caller or he's working with him, tipping him off about me. "You really have the nerve to do this knowing fully well what I am capable of? Either you're the strange caller or you're working for him, and I am going to blow your head off for your betrayal!" I raged. Ivan gave me a sad look before walking closer to me, the gun I was holding aimed at his forehead. "Go ahead and blow my brain out if you think I am capab
(Lisa's POV) I kept simpering as I waited for Alessio to reply to the picture I had just sent him. But after waiting for an hour and receiving no response, I sent him a text asking if he didn't like it. He read my message but still didn’t reply. What could be wrong? Am I being too cringe? Was he tired of me now that he had gotten what he wanted from me twice? I felt really sad. I texted him again, but he read my message for the second time and still didn’t reply. I could feel my heart aching, almost ready to lay blame on myself for giving in to him too easily. Maybe he now thinks I wasn’t that hard to get after all and decided to ghost me. He once mentioned that he would never send me back to California, but what if he changes his mind? He had gotten what he always wanted. He hadn’t even told me how he felt about me or what we were now, which meant he could actually ditch me like he did to other women after having sex with them. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes
(Alessio's POV) Lisa had happily accepted the crystal necklace, unaware of what it truly entailed. I had hidden a tiny GPS tracker inside the pendant without her knowledge or informing her about it. Now that the strange caller seems to know my every move, this is the only way for me to protect her. As long as she never takes the necklace off, I will be able to track her every move—just like I am doing now. Seated in my office, my eyes lingered on my phone screen as I watched Lisa’s location. She had left her room and gone to the library, which seemed to be her favorite place in the house. I just hope she doesn’t act stubborn and take the necklace off. I can’t be with her twenty-four hours a day, but with the tracker on her, I can know where she is at all times. It almost feels like I’m with her, even when I’m not. She’s definitely going to be the target of this strange caller. He knows I’m in love with her, and I’d swear on my life that I will protect her. Because even knowi
(Lisa's POV) "Whoa! All these dresses for me?" I exclaimed in excitement as my hands felt the dresses on the standing rack. "Yes. You can pick whichever one you like," Alessio replied, his hands stuck in his pockets. I strode toward him, my hands reaching out to his neck. Gosh! He was just so damn tall. "What's with the expensive dresses? Are you we going on a date?" I asked sheepishly. "No, we aren't," he replied. "If we're not going on a date, why did you buy so many expensive dresses?" I inquired. I was kind of sad because I really wanted to go on a date with him and do the cute little things couples do. But then I realized he wasn't the kind of man to engage in such things. Moreover, our relationship hadn't been defined yet. "We are going to a party," he moved away from me, sat down on the sofa, and signalled me to come sit on his lap. I did so, simpering. "What kind of party are we going to?" I asked, my excitement building. Even if it wasn’t a date, at least
(Alessio's POV) The drive to the party was a quiet one. Lisa didn’t speak to me; her eyes were fixed outside the car window, and I could see her sad face from the side mirror. Speaking harshly to her earlier was never my intention. I just snapped in anger when I noticed she wasn’t wearing the crystal necklace she had promised never to take off. If I wasn’t so observant, I wouldn’t have realized it was missing. I don’t know if she was created on the same day stubbornness was, but she never listens and always wants to act on her own. Still, I felt bad for raising my voice at her. The fear in her eyes—the one I hadn’t seen for a while—reappeared after I shouted at her. If I hadn’t reacted so harshly, she would have been smiling, admiring the beautiful night view of Rome. Instead, her head was resting against the car seat, her gaze lost outside the window, reflecting her sadness. She wasn’t even looking at me, let alone talking to me. I don’t like seeing her this way. I prefer
(Lisa's POV) "She is no one." His reply to the man broke my heart a billion times. He had spoken in Italian just so I wouldn't understand what he said, but little did he know—I did. After he told me about the mafia party we would be attending, I had asked Isabella to teach me a little Italian, just so I wouldn't feel too foreign at the party—at least, I'd be able to respond when someone greeted me in Italian. I was getting tired of explaining to everyone that I didn't understand the language. Isabella was kind enough to teach me the basics. Though I didn’t fully grasp all the words she taught me, some of them stuck in my brain. "How do you say 'she is my girlfriend' in Italian?" I had asked with a smile. "Why would you ask me that? You should be learning the important words first," she replied. "Just tell me. I want to know." I pouted, and she smiled before telling me how to say it in Italian. "Lei non è nessuno," she said with a smile, making me furrow my brows. "What
(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