I nod and lean back in my chair. “Her favorite are the crepes suzette. I had Nonna Francesca make them for her. She takes her coffee with enough sugar to cause a seizure and more cream than any decent Italian would ever put in it.”Enzo arches an eyebrow at me. “Thanks. I think,” he says.“Amara never needs my permission. But it does not mean that I do not love her fiercely, and it does not mean that I will not avenge her accordingly.”Enzo nods and rises. He goes to the espresso machine and begins to prime it. “Alyssa seems okay.”“She is unharmed.”“She didn’t tell Anne that you’re her father?”I go stock still. “No. She did not.”“And you’re fine with that?”He’s not looking at me, but I know that this is his version of the same interrogation I just did. I chuckle slightly at that.I do not have memories of Enzo. He is younger than Joemar and me, only a mere ten months older than Alyssa.However, I have no doubt that he is as ferocious of an advocate for his sister as I am for mine
I lean forward more, running my nails through his hair as I lick the seam of his lips. Alessandro stills, freezing up like he can’t believe what I’m doing. “Alyssa,” he murmurs against my mouth.I take the opportunity and slide my tongue against his, gripping the back of his neck for leverage.I taste his growl. “Alyssa, what are you…?”“Kiss me,” I pant. I look up at him through my lashes.The storm in his eyes sends a shiver of arousal through my body.“Alyssa…”“Alessandro. Shut up. And kiss me,” I bite out.He pauses for one second.Another.Then, when I twist in my chair, rubbing my legs together against the need at my center, his nostrils flare. He swoops forward, one of his big hands cupping the back of my neck.The kiss, this time, has no restraint.I moan as Alessandro dominates our movements. His hand is on the back of my neck, the other scooping me up as I wrap myself around his body. He unfolds from his kneeling position, his mouth fused to mine, and turns to drop my ass o
“I am that and more, and it thrills me to no end that I am the only one who has enjoyed you,” I rumble at her.Alyssa rolls her eyes. “Well, no protection. I’m not at the right time in my cycle, but still…”“Alyssa,” I cut her off. “Nothing would give me more joy than another child with you. I know you may not feel the same, but,” I shrug. “It would be my greatest honor.”Alyssa’s face falls slightly. “I know, Alessandro. And if things were different… it would just make things more complicated between us. That’s all.”I shut my eyes.Yes, things are already quite difficult. Complicated.Instead of acknowledging this, I turn and deposit another kiss on her lips. “I am okay with complicated,” I whisper.Her eyes shine up at me when I pull away.“Shower,” I command, well aware that my demand will likely rile her further. “Shower, I will fetch you clothes, and we will plot with my sister and your brother to return to New York.”“And you’ll draw up the papers again?”My heart crumples at t
“Let me see you,” he murmurs. He moves, depositing me on the couch, so that he’s kneeling between my legs.I love how powerful this shift in our positions makes me feel.The sight of Brady on his knees before me is one that I’ll never forget.I’d be crazy to.He looks at me from under his lashes. “Alyssa,” he murmurs. “Up.”I moan and arch up. He pulls off my soft pajama pants, the pink ones that match Anne’s, and then settles back between my legs.“You destroy me, tesoro.”I open for him. With a noise that’s more a growl than anything, he throws my legs over his shoulders.I’m completely bare before him.It makes me slightly uncomfortable for him to be staring at me so intensely, and I wiggle slightly, but one of his big hands over my pelvis stills me.“Let me study, amore mio,” he purrs.My heart skips not just one beat, but what feels like ten.He said it again.Could he…Then, I don’t have any more room in my mind for thoughts.Because Alessandro licks me, and my world constricts
Alessandro de Rossi POVWhoever got to Dino, they also did some damage to his throat. I step forward, using my phone light, and see more thick bruising around his neck.I step back and look at Enzo. “Nico didn’t do all of this,” I murmur.Nico sent me the photos of when he found Dante, hiding in a ditch near our warehouses in Long Island.Now, I wonder if he was not hiding at all.I wonder if he had just not moved from where he was placed.Enzo shook his head. “I know. We can get him a medic later.”“Indeed,” I murmur.“So, both of you? Working together? Joemar’s going to shit himself,” Dante rasps.“Where the fuck is he?” Enzo growls.Dante shrugs, or attempts to. It looks like he may have a broken collarbone as well, from the grimace on his face. “No clue.”“You sold him out.”“I didn’t. Joemar dug his own grave, and he got exactly what he paid for,” Dante growls.The sentiment, the dislike, seems rather genuine. I file that away for later.I have other things that I wish to address
Alyssa Russo POV“And I will kill him regardless,” Alessandro spits at me.Dante, behind me, laughs. “See, Alyssa? No matter how many times he calls you amore, he’s still just a de Rossi. He’s a fucking monster. He didn’t even want to marry you for anything except to kidnap you.”I turn. “What?”Dante nods at Alessandro, who has gone stock still behind me. “He didn’t give a fuck about honoring that contract from our parents. He doesn’t want to be part of our family. He wanted to hurt us, Alyssa, and he knew that the only way to do that was to kidnap you and use you as leverage to hurt us.”“Dante,” I say, admonishing him. “How could you possibly know that?”He snorts, and a fleck of blood flies onto the concrete. “How could you possibly think otherwise? Don’t be a fucking idiot, sis.”I blink. “Are you calling me stupid?” “You are if you think a de Rossi would actually love you,” Dante spits.I shut my eyes.It’s not like I married Alessandro for any less savory reasons. There’s zero
lessandro de Rossi POVI do not sleep that night.Since Alyssa is not in our bed, I assume she is sleeping with Anne. I would check the room, but that seems to be an invasion of privacy.Instead, I roam the house, a bottle of whisky in my hands.Eventually, recognizing that sleep is unlikely for me, I settle on the library. I will at least be able to go over my emails and accounts, even if sleep cannot come to me.However, when I walk in the room, I realize something terrible. Amara is in my library.“Do you not have your own room?”She snorts. “You gave me my own wing of the house, Alessandro.”“Yes, my point exactly.”She eyes the bottle in my hands. “Can’t sleep?”“No. Would you like some?”Amara nods.I pour her an actual glass, and settle into the chair across from her. “Why can you not sleep?”“Torture sometimes keeps me up,” she says with a long sip.“Ah. Anything new?”She shakes her head. “He’s hiding something, but it doesn’t have to do with us.”“I see.”There’s a silen
Kenan MacDonald scoffs. “As if I’d tell you. Bitch Queen.”He straightens and puts his phone back in his pocket. “All’s I’m sayin’ is that should one of you assholes decide to be a hero, you’ll fuckin’ regret it. You’ll live to see everyone you want die,and I’ll laugh on your graves. Except yours.” He turns to point to me. “On your grave, I’ll fuck the wife I was promised.”With that, the Irish gang leader turns. He nods at the guards who still have their guns trained on him.And he walks out of my driveway. XXXAlyssa Russo POVI’m tied to a bed.It’s the only thing that I can recognize at the moment. I’m tied to a bed, my head hurts like the devil, and I’m wearing something that itches like crazy.I moan. “Jesus,” I mutter. “What happened?”“Good morning, beauty,” a voice with a lilting accent says.My eyes snap open.My head is pulsing with pain, and I grimace against it, but there’s a man at the edge of the bed.A man in a colorful shirt wearing pants with a tactical belt on it.