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ALESSANDRO Finally an update from Luca, as I enter my office.Fucking finally.There were some complications, boss.The fact that I still have no news of him is the only hitch in the plan.After I enter the office, Cesare barges inside, his face tight and his eyes dark.“Anything from Luca?” I ask.“No, but I received unsettling news about one of our properties.”“I don’t give a fuck about our properties. Get in touch with Luca. And where the fuck is Gulio?”“Ales .” He steps forward.I pause.Cesare rarely calls me by my name and only when shit is hitting the fan.“What is it?”“It’s about the property you asked me for the keys to about a week ago.”My spine jerks upright and a buzzing rings in my ears.I’ve always been the type who relies on his intuition to not only determine the next course of action, but to actually survive. Today was going perfectly well until Luca’s text, and I’ve had a horrible feeling since then.I just didn't know how bad it was until now.“What about it?”
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ALESSANDRO “I’m sorry, Ales.”“What the fuck are you apologizing for? This isn’t my fucking wife. Find her.”He doesn’t move, not even an inch.“What are you waiting for? I told you to fucking find her.”“You already did, Ales.”I grip him by the collar and haul him against me to peer down his goddamn nonexistent soul.“Don’t fuck with me, Cesare. I told you this isn’t her, so your job is to nod your fucking head and go find her.”He clasps my hand, and instead of removing it, he squeezes. “My job is to tell you hard truths, and the current one is that we were too late. Lorena died in the aftermath of the bombing. I understand that you don’t want to accept that—”His words are cut off when I slam my fist in his face. He staggers back, barely catching himself before he falls.“Shut the fuck up. She didn’t die.”He says nothing, but his gaze falls on the ring I’m still clenching in my hand. He doesn’t have to speak for me to hear “You’re holding the evidence.”I lift my head and star
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ALESSANDRO If Lorena were here, she’d kill anyone who attempted to hurt me. If she were to see this wound, she be all over me with affection and concern. For the first time in my life, I felt like my well-being mattered and that I meant the world to someone else.And now, that someone who made me the center of her world has disappeared, turning mine into darkness.Damien laughs like a maniac as he kills everyone in his path, their blood soaking him in no time since he likes to do it up close and personal.A car revs behind us, and I spin around and shoot all four tires. It swerves and hits the side of the building, and then it’s a full-on shoot-out. My men cover me and manage to kill the ones in the car except for the one we’re here for.Cesare pushes a bulky man with a buzz cut to his knees in front of me. Damien’s guards and my other ones are busy eliminating the rest of the Albanians, but I couldn’t give a fuck about them now.The only one who matters is this motherfucker right
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ALESSANDROIt’s not enough.Not the killing.Not the torture.Not the lead that I’m following to bring out the person who gave that information to the Albanians.Nothing is enough.Especially not the fucking torture.I’d planned to keep Ilir alive for eternity as I tortured him to my heart’s content, but I made a mistake, and he died on me only two weeks after only two weeks of torture.My feet are heavy as I take the stairs to the my room. A jacket is slung over my shoulder, and my eyes are blurry with tears and remnants of the fool’s blood.A gasp reaches my ear before I look up to see Zia running down the stairs, a hand muffling her mouth.Unlike her usual dresses are gone as she joins me to mourn Lorena, she’s now in unflattering black pants and a channel shirt. Her hair is gathered in a messy bun, and her face is makeup-free with a scarf tied on her head.My aunt stops in front of me looking like a shadow of her former self. Bloodshot eyes. Dark circles. Ghostly pale face.“Are
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ALESSANDRO Cesare grips my shoulder. “Which is also why I know Lorena’s death is affecting you more than you show. You were always the type who looked eerily calm, even after you came back from your father’s torture sessions. You’ve been either on a violence spree or in this pretend calm mode, so I’m assuming you’re suffering inside or bottling your pain or both.”“If you’re done being an amateur therapist…” I rotate my shoulder, forcing him to release me, and sidestep him to head toward the stairs.“You need to get your shit together, Ales!” he shouts after me. “You’re the Head of the Italian families now, and your head is worth more than ever before.”“Save the concern for your family.” I don’t look at him as I take the stairs up.He’s been subtly trying not to be all disgustingly lovey-dovey with his wife whenever I’m around. Even his wife refrains from any form of PDA in my presence. They’re both walking on eggshells around me as if I could be broken by seeing them acting like
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ALESSANDRO “ I have speculation.” I slam the bottle on the counter, causing a few splashes to stain my hand. “I’m going to Calvino territory to investigate this, if he has a hand in her death I'm going to make him slip up and make a mistake because he was at my wedding with Simona grinning like a Cheshire cat like he knew something I didn't know.”“You can’t go to his territory with no evidence and no clue of their location, let alone their involvement. Besides, you’re the fucking Head of families now, Alessandro.Your position is vulnerable, considering you haven’t been in it for too long. Not to mention all the factions you’ve managed to offend in a small amount of time. The only thing you can do right now is stay and try to strengthen your authority.”“I don’t give a fuck about that. I’m going to Calvino territory. Make arrangements.”“No, I won’t.”I stare into Damien’s dispassionate eyes. “Are you disobeying a direct order?”“I am. I’m also telling you that if you go in blind, y
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LORENA 2 years laterSometimes, death is better than staying alive.In death, you can feel no pain, no shattering of your heart, and no need to cry every night before sleeping and every morning after waking up.In death, there’s finally peace.No more running, suffering, and having to witness your heart being split open while hopelessly watching.Like every morning, I jolt awake after the same mixture of nightmares. My shirt clings to my back with sweat, and my hair feels damp.The small room I’ve been using for weeks appears smaller, as if the walls are closing in on me and will crush me.My heart that stupidly insists on beating goes overboard in its attempts to remain alive.I tap my chest as images of the nightmare overlap in my mind. Some are filled with memories of my family . The look of despair on Zia’s face when she realized everything would be over.But most are filled with images of Ales’s wedding. I always dream about it in red as if I’m witnessing it through a blood haze
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LORENA Didn’t experts always say that hiding something in plain sight was most efficient? Besides, in some weird way the area that used to be home to a young Alessandro felt like an invisible cloak of protection.So we found ourselves here, and I could see myself staying here forever. Except that I sucked at Italian. Matteo, my son, on the other hand, was soaking it up. I named him after late Zio.“Ella, are you ready?” I called out to my now best friend, sticking to her nickname. She and my son, Matteo, were packing up toys like we were moving to the beach, not just walking less than hundred yards to it.“Yes, grabbing the sunscreen and putting on a bathing suit. Then I’m all ready.”“You are not even in a bathing suit?” I asked in a groan.I went to shut my laptop down when my email pinged. Throwing a quick glance, I smiled. I knew he couldn’t resist.To: The GhostFrom: DonI’d let you go to the beach. Once in a while. I’m a great boss like that.KI chuckled again. At least he
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ALESSANDRO “Play the footage.” The fury was Arctic cold in my veins.3 years ago“Oh my God, Lorena. Are you-” Vomiting sounds came through, followed by throwing up. Confusion hit me. Was she sick? “Are you pregnant?”“I’m done, Ella.” Lorena’s voice shook. I was the worst bastard. There was my confirmation that Matteo was mine. No wonder she hated my guts. She should. I wouldn’t blame her if she killed me; I would let her, too. “I’m done being everyone’s pawn. I’m leaving tonight.”“But your Father-”“Will have me killed, one way or the other. He already controls my inheritance. And that’s not enough for him. He’s going to sell us. We have to run.”“Does Alessandro know about the pregnancy?”A bitter laugh came through the air. “I was going to tell him at dinner.”“You could call him.”“I never want to see him again. As far as I’m concerned, they can all kill each other. I’m leaving and never looking back.”“Are you sure?”“Absolutely.”“Your uncle and the Santos family will hunt u
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ALESSANDRO “On our way to an annulment. You know the definition of annulment? Marriage never happened. So please, for the love of God, stop saying you are my husband.”She turned her back to leave when I grabbed her forearm, getting into her face. “You can’t go out looking like that!” I growled low.“You just said I looked stunning. What is your problem, Ales?” she hissed. “Just because you dragged me back to get what you wanted, it doesn’t mean my life stops. I have things to take care of. So please don’t make this more difficult.”“What things?” The moment I asked, I could see on her face she regretted her words.“Let go of me, Alessandro.” She tugged on her arm, trying to get the grip loosened. Her skin flushed and there was a hint of panic in her eyes.“Where?”“Where what?”“Where are you going?”“None of your business.”“One of my drivers will take you.”“No.”“Yes.”“No.”“Yes, end of discussion. Otherwise, you are going nowhere.” I have had enough of her rebellion. “I won
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ALESSANDRO “ Her grandparents asked my family if they would take care of his granddaughter in the event anything happened to him and his wife.my Zio(uncle)agreed. Two days later they were both dead. She said she fought Calvino for guardianship of Lorena, but failed. Since then, she kept an eye on her whenever she could.”“Did they die before or after your uncle?”“Her folks died a few months before.”“Is there a connection?”“If there is one, my aunt didn’t bring it up.” Although, I had to admit it, there seemed to be a lot of connections between Lorena’s family and mine. Even without taking our marriage into account. “I think you are right,” Enzo agreed. “Lorena’s value to Calvino was big enough for him to kill and go after the Moravia family if your aunt tried to get Lorena under her protection. Just think, she was the promised damsel, worth millions from her mother’s side and combine that with her pedigree and beauty…”He didn’t have to finish. My wife suffered under her famil
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ALESSANDRO Obviously, Lorena had men too. She had no issues taking it all the way. After all, she got knocked up. Jealousy burned through my veins that she’d care about another man so much to have his child. When we got married, she insisted on not having children. It would seem she just didn’t want them with me.Who was the father? I already had Massimo digging for a name. The girls’ passports and Matteo’s were all fake, high quality fake passports.Could we somehow overcome the fact that I tried to fuck a number of faceless, nameless women trying to get over her? Could I get over the fact she had another man’s baby?These were some large obstacles. Not to mention the trust issues we both had.“Did you get the name of the kid’s father yet?” Lorena’s question pulled me out of my thousand questions.“What makes you think I’m looking for the name?”He laughed. “I know you, Alessandro. You are digging for that shit like your life depends on it.”I took a deep breath. There was no sens
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ALESSANDRO “How is it going with your wife?” Enzo questioned me. After getting his shipment back yesterday and our dinner, we all went our own ways. We had legitimate businesses to run, and not so legitimate ones. More importantly, I wanted to work on my marriage to Lorena as well as getting a security detail to keep her protected from Santos Snr and Santos jnr and her family.My eyes have been locked on the view outside my window where Lorena played with Matteo and Ella in the pool. She didn’t know I was back home. Her carefree laugh carried through the open window, and I watched her hold Matteo by his waist, teaching him to swim.My aunt, Matteo and Lorena spent yesterday afternoon at the beach. When they got back, they both decided it was time for Matteo to learn how to swim. Hence today, Lorena, Ella, and my Zia dedicated all their day to swimming lessons.“You are doing it,” her happy voice carried through the breeze, amidst the water splashing. “Good job, baby.”“Sì, Matteo.
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LORENA Both his hands pushed under my ass and he lifted my hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass as he fucked me with his tongue. It was as if he needed me on his tongue, something reverent in the way he was devouring me.“Oh. My. God.” I moaned, digging my hands into his thick, dark hair, his name slipping from my lips as his tongue swirled over my clit before sucking. “Alessandro ,” I breathed. “More. Oh, God. Please.”His deep noises as he devoured me drove me crazy with lust. I peeled my eyes open and met his smoldering gaze, burning me with his own heat. He watched me as he lapped me steadily, fingering me faster and harder, until I was wanton putty under his touch.In and out. In and out. Loud moans echoed through the silence of the night, as I rocked my hips against his face shamelessly. His one hand reached up and pinched my swollen clit, then immediately brushed his tongue over it.“Fuck.” Pleasure rippled through me, my core shaking as my husband conti
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LORENA He had on jeans and an unbuttoned white shirt. He must have pulled them on when he went searching for me. Or maybe he had some business to take care of. It didn’t matter.Pushing his shirt off of his shoulders, I let it fall soundlessly onto the floor and his magnificent chest on full display. I pressed a kiss to his lips and closed my eyes, savoring the taste of him, committing it to memory. His heart jackhammered under my touch, matching my own pulse.Nobody before him ever compared. And there would be nobody after him - ever. I trailed my lips over his tanned olive skin, down his neck. My hands reached for his belt, my fingers fumbling with it and his jean buttons, eager to get rid of his clothes. Soon his pants followed the pile of clothes discarded on the floor. I continued the trail down his chiseled abs.He might have been forty, much older than me, but nobody could deny Alessandro had a body of a god. I nudged him backwards. With each step he took, I took a step f
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LORENA Giving Ella a side glance, I nodded. We’d be ready to run tomorrow night, after we killed my mother and father. She lifted herself onto her feet, and I followed her suit. Zia was too old to try and sit down at the edge of the pool.“Goodnight, Zia,” she muttered and leaned over to place a kiss onto her wrinkled cheek. It was her goodbye. She left both of us behind as she went into the house.“We both have jet lag,” I answered her earlier question. “We couldn’t sleep.” My lies were bitter. “Matteo had a good time at the beach.”It was my attempt to change the course of our discussion.“He is a good boy,” I murmured, smiling. Talking about him always made him smile.At least Zia loved him. Even not knowing Matteo was Moravia , both Alessandro and Zia were good to him. Once they got their confirmation, I knew without a doubt Matteo would be loved and protected. Zia loved him already.“Zia, can you promise me something?”“What’s that, daughter?”My throat was squeezing, making i
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LORENA I headed downstairs, to the pool area where I told Ella to meet me. The moment I stepped outside, the cool September air hit my flushed face. For a moment, I halted my step, closed my eyes, and listened to the stillness of the night while the air cooled my hot skin. If only I could freeze time and leave us in this cocoon. It might not be a realistic cocoon, but it was better than the reality.I opened my eyes and noted Ella already seated by the pool, waiting for me, her small frame sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling off of it.“Hey,” I greeted her and sat down next to her, mirroring her position.Throwing me a side glance, she gave me a small smile. “You look like you tumbled through bedsheets with a certain husband of yours.” Her shoulder nudged me lightly, her tone teasing.I rolled my eyes. “Didn’t you tell me to take advantage of the fact that I was under the same roof as him?”A soft chuckle escaped her. “I sure did, although I didn’t think you’d ta
