(Alessio's POV) "Why aren't you saying anything, Lisa?" Isabella's voice stopped me from opening the door to Lisa's room. "Nothing happened, Isa," Lisa answered. "You're lying to me. I know something did happen. You weren't in this house for two days, and Ivan brought you back home with a stab on your stomach. I'm sure something happened, and you just don't want to tell me," Isabella pressed on. "Nothing happened, Isabella. Alessio took me out, and that's why I was away for two days. The stabbing was just an accident," Lisa grinned. When I had rushed Lisa to the hospital after she stabbed herself, no one in the house knew about it. The house was just too big for anyone to notice things, and the maids had limits on how they moved around. "He took you out?" Isabella paused for a moment and then continued, "Then does that mean you know the exit of this house?" Her tone was laced with curiosity as I lingered close to hear Lisa's answer. There was a swift silence before Lisa spoke.
(Lisa's POV) It’s been two weeks since the whole drama unfolded. Although I’ve told him countless times that I wasn’t going to escape like I always do, he still doesn't’ believe me. I can’t blame him, though, because I’ve tried every possible means to escape from him. I’ve been doing my best to get to know him, and in the few times we’ve spoken, I’ve come to realize that he isn’t fully the monster I had labeled him to be. He is caring when it comes to me. Should I take back my words about calling him a monster, or should I call him a handsome monster? I thought to myself, grinning. “What’s making you smile?” Vanessa and Isabella interrupted my thoughts. I snapped back to reality, realizing they were both in the room with me. We were eating together because I had said so. “Nothing,” I smiled at them, but Isabella gave me a suspicious look. “Something is fishy about you,” she said, her eyes glued to mine. “What’s fishy about me?” I muttered. “You look happier these days,
(Lisa's POV) "You want to touch my chest?" he asked, his voice soft, sending a thudding sensation through my chest. I nodded slowly, my cheeks heating with a blush. It felt weird to ask such a thing from him, but I had seen him shirtless a couple of times and always wondered how it would feel in my palms. I never asked because I hated him. But now, I don’t think I hate him the way I used to. This handsome monster almost died because of me—there's no reason to hate him anymore. That’s why I’ve made up my mind to stay with him. "There are going to be consequences for touching my chest, Lisa," he whispered into my ear, his fresh breath fanning my face. Goosebumps erupted on my skin. "What kind of consequences?" I asked in a low voice, but he still heard me. "You already know what I want, right?" he murmured. I knew exactly what he wanted—to have sex with me. But I pushed him away slightly, my face still flushed. "I don’t know what you want," I teased. "Has anyone told yo
(Alessio's POV) "I thought you had forgotten about your dad's death anniversary, and that's why I decided to call you," an elderly woman said to me as she poured me a drink. She is my mother's sister. "No, I didn't," I replied, emptying the glass she had poured for me. When I told Lisa to come see me in my suite, I intended to tell her I wouldn't be home on time, but I got distracted; I can't resist her when she is close to me. It's still unbelievable that she allowed me to touch her. If not for my aunt's call, we would have been having steamy sex right now. "How have you been?" she asked with a smile, and I merely nodded. I kept in touch with her from time to time because she was the only one who felt remorseful about what her sister did to my dad. Even after my dad was buried, she wanted to take me with her. She did all she could, but Salvatore wouldn't allow her to take me, stating that I was the next mafia boss of the DeLuca family. After much effort, she gave up,
(Lisa's POV) "I think I am falling in love with you." Those words echoed in my ear, and I sprang up from the bed with a loud scream. I sat up, my eyes scanning the whole room. I had slept in Alessio's room, which meant that everything that happened last night wasn't a dream. I slapped him more than three times across the face. My heart thudded in my chest at the thought of what he might do to me for slapping him. What troubled my heart even more were the words I had told him last night. What if he takes it seriously? "You always mess up whenever you're drunk, Lisa!" I scolded myself, slapping my face repeatedly and tugging at my hair at the same time. He wasn't in his bedroom, which meant this was the perfect time to leave. I can't face him right now, especially after making such a silly confession—and the worst part was that I had slapped him. I slapped a mafia boss! Getting out of bed, I quickly left his suite and began rushing to mine. But as I entered my room, I almost sc
(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
(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) "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) 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) 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) "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
(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
(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
(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 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