But Alyssa had been absolutely correct, putting additional stress on Anne would have been a bad decision. And, I needed to be smart before I reacted. Heaving a sigh, I pressed my fingers against my eyes, pressing just enough that I felt the sting of it in my brain. I took two seconds to experience the significant discomfort that I was in. After all, it was not often that I was wrong. And in this situation, I had in fact been quite wrong. A fact that I needed to rectify as soon as possible.I grabbed my phone and sent quick texts, first to Amara and then to Nico. Amara I gave our code to continue working, but quietly, and to Nico I said that we would at current not be seeking those who took responsibility for the situation in New Jersey.I trust Nico.However, he isn’t AmaraMessaging complete, I sit back. There’s one more thing that I need to do, and it’s the thing that I’m looking forward to least of all.Yet somehow, I’m also sure that it’s the most important.I hear the padding of
Alyssa Russo POV“Cool,” Anne smiles.Alessandro opens the book and starts to read.I catch a word here and there. I use the chance to fold some of Anne’s clothes and put them in drawers, letting Alessandro’s smooth Italian flow over me like silk.No one should read a children’s book in this tone.It’s criminally sexy.Eventually, A closes the book. I turn as I hear it softly close, and catch him looking down at Anne.His eyes are shiny, like there’s tears behind them.But that can’t be right.Alessandro de Rossi never cries.“Is she asleep?” he whispers.She snores softly, answering the question for both of us.Alessandro rises quietly, placing the book on the nightstand. I shut off the light, and we step into the hall.Together.Suddenly, the silence between us is awkward.“Um. Thank you,” I murmur. “It was a joy,” he says.I look up.He’s being honest.“I think that I’m still a little hungry,” I blurt.I’m not sure what compels me to say it. My mind is reeling through the moments
Alessandro de Rossi POVAlyssa’s mouth on mine is a heaven that I do not deserve.She moans and tilts back, opening her lips for me.I should not take the opportunity. I should end the kiss now, a fun flirtation for both of us, before it becomes something that we can’t undo.Instead, I lick my tongue against hers, and I groan at her taste.Amaretto and vanilla.I am desperate for more of her. My hands roam her body like they are starving and she is a feast that they can’t walk away from. I touch her skin everywhere I can, pulling at her thin cotton shirt so that I can access the soft treasure underneath.A treasure.That’s exactly what Alyssa is to me right now. I treasure her, and I would do anything to keep this feeling.My world has been changed. There was only before Alyssa, and after.And I am not currently living in the after.I lap at her mouth, tasting her. Sipping her like the fine beverage she reminds me of. Trying to get so close to her that we will be part of each other, l
In a mere four or five hours, depending on when my sleeping offspring decides to wake, I’m going to have to walk out there and see him. I’m going to have to look him in his dumb face, with those lips that I know are firm and smooth and warm, and listen to his stupid voice…And know, the entire time, that he rejected me. That I threw myself at him, I wanted to kiss him more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, and he pushed me away like nothing.Cool.I’ve been hoping to figure out a way to escape for weeks now.Now, I really have a reason to figure one out.And fast.Because I can’t possibly walk around knowing that Alessandro kissed me.And hated it enough to reject me.Anne waits until an unheard of hour to wake up. It is eight o’clock in the morning, and I don’t think she’s slept this late without being sick (or recovering from a mafia hit) her entire life.Alessandro really wore her out yesterday.The thought sends a fresh fissure of confusion lancing through my mind. Why do I li
“Yes, Alyssa. I always dreamed of being a father. And a husband,” he adds darkly.“So why didn’t you? I mean, after… us,” I finish lamely.He sighs. I feel him still. It’s a good thing I’m not looking at him because when he speaks again, he says something that would have caused my jaw to drop with shock. “I wanted you, Alyssa.”Alessandro de Rossi POVMy heart pounds after I confess to Alyssa what I have been feeling for a while.Years.After our separation and the events of my parents’ deaths, I did not even consider finding a new wife. For a long time, I was too busy. Running the business left no time for grief, and I also refused to linger in the sadness that consumed my days during that dark time.I was determined to be the best head of the de Rossi Mafia family, and to honor the legacy.However, eventually things stabilized. Nico, along with many of my other most trusted soldiers, had encouraged me to take a new wife. They had encouraged women in many other ways, of course, and f
“The Irish are really upset with you. I was coming back from Marseilles, on the train, when three of them popped up on the Amtrak. We fought with them, ended up taking one hostage. We got some information out of him in the forest outside of Genoa. There’s a body there, but I asked Lorenzo to take care of it, and I have a bad feeling he set those goddamn wolves on it,” Amara grimaces.I wince as well. Lorenzo isn’t exactly involved, but neither is he a civilian. He was a special forces operator for quite a long time, and we often call him in to help when a task needs a certain amount of expertise or finesse.He also runs a rehabilitation center for wolves. There are no wild wolves in Italy, but Lorenzo’s estate is large enough that he raises them and lets them run wild. Those that cannot be wild he keeps as pets.Pets being the loosest definition of the word.“What was his fee?”“Paid. He owed me a favor,” she winces again.I blink. “Amara, you did not tell me that Lorenzo Ferrari owed
“Whatever is going on, they’re doing a great job of hiding their tracks and playing off of old rivalries,” I muse.Enzo Russo nods. “Yeah. They really are. They seem to know all the buttons to press when it comes to our families, and the dynamics between a couple of the businesses involved.”“Who has knowledge like this?” I ask the room.Amara tilts her head. “What do you mean?”“What type of person, if any, makes it their business to know everything about everyone?”Amara snorts. “We all do, babe.”“No,” I stand. I’m pacing, my mind whirling. “We need to think of who has the most to lose, and most to gain.”“To gain? Probably the motorcycle gang but they’re pretty much just thugs. Happy to be bodies for hire as long as they get their guns and their glory and get out,” Enzo adds.I look at him. “You said there was trouble at the warehouse. What was it?”“Workers being harassed on the way to work. Break-ins.”“Amara and I were shot at, prior to coming to collect Alyssa,” Alessandro add
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