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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
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2025-03-05 14:30:04
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OMERTÀ CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Alexandra Dellarosa's POV I sat, nuzzled in sheets staring out into the open space, lights off. The white, poofy fabric felt soft under my touch , the color pushing past the darkness to my sight. He'd been out quite the while now, way too long. I was waiting for him. Obviously. I wanted explanations. "He definitely knew something about what happened at the restaurant. At least much more than I did. For chrissakes, he'd barely even showed up. It wouldn't surprise me if he had some kind of hand in all of this. Had he brought me here to torment me in some twisted sort of way? Was that what all of this was? Some big joke?"At that thought, the door clicked open, letting him in. He was silent, probably already assuming I had fallen asleep, to avoid waking me up. Avoid waking me up and addressing the matter at hand. Typical. “Turn on the lights.” I said, loud enough that I knew he'd hear it. I adjusted myself, placing myself comfortably enough on the headboard as I waited for him to do a
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-05OMERTÀ CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
Alfredo Fabri’s POVI pulled apart the large curtains, letting sunlight into the wide space, turning to check if it affected her sleep. She stirred on the large bed, nuzzling herself within the sheets, turning away from the light to continue her sleep. I smiled. Nothing like good sex to set a talking woman to sleep. Buttoning my jacket, I rushed down the stairs heading to the dining room. It was a long day ahead, I needed food. The table was already set, food served in different plates along the elaborately decorated table. I sat down and got to it, picking my phone and dialing a number immediately. Once I called, they'd be ready and on their way by the time I was done with my food. Better to get it over with, than have to wait. “Ready the cars and the men. We have a place to be” I dropped the call, shoveling food into my mouth in droves. I took large spoons, throwing them in my mouth in twos and there's and swallowing. I needed to be out of here before she got down, or I would have
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06OMERTÀ CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN
Alexandra Dellarosa’s POVI ran my hands through my hair, flipping through the pages of my third book this morning. Reading was really not the activity I was craving at the moment. I felt like sunlight and hot sand, nursing a cool cocktail between my fingers. You know, something fun.I groaned, flipping the pages regardless, struggling to make sense of the words. I missed my phone. Mindless scrolling sounded wonderful right now. Unbelievably so. My eyes darted to the side table, motionless beside me. The card. That voice. My mind awash with thoughts, I moped, staring at the piece of wood like it held my entire future in its drawers. Should I call him? What would I even say?Let’s not even get to the fact that I wasn’t entirely sure how legitimate the contact information even was. For all I knew, it could’ve been some random number, completely unrelated to anything I was looking for. And yet, there I was, sitting in suffocating silence, stressing over whether or not to dial what could
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06OMERTÀ CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT
Alfredo Fabri's POV “Incompetent bastards! All of you!” My voice boomed across the room, followed by pin drop silence. The men stood before me, alert, heads bowed. They were fools. All of them. Why else would they be sent earlier to a place and still be incompetent enough to let things go to waste?“We had everything planned. Planned to the tee. How in the world do you still manage to fuck this up? Huh? Answer me!” I called, furious. All of them were just useless. Useless! All of them!Not a single one had a working brain in their skull. More silence. I breathed. We all stood in the planning room, one of the many underground chambers carved deep beneath the ground. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of damp concrete and something stale. The room itself was dimly lit, a handful of weak, flickering bulbs barely cutting through the darkness, against the rough, unpainted walls. It was nearly empty, save for a few scattered tables, their metal legs rusted at the joints.Large sheet
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-07OMERTÀ CHAPTER THIRTY NINE
Alfredo Fabri's POV I pushed through the large doors, and the casino lights hit me like a slap to the face, bright and relentless. My eyes squinted against the glare, adjusting to the chaotic blur of flashing colors and shifting shadows. Of all places, he had chosen this one. Of course, he had. It made sense in a way, luck seemed to be the only thing he truly trusted, and this was where he felt most at ease. I couldn’t fault him for that.After all, I had my own safe spaces, my own corners where comfort kept me grounded. But this? This place unsettled me. Too loud, too crowded, too unpredictable. Still, I swallowed my discomfort and pressed on. The last thing I wanted was to stir up tension over something as trivial as a meeting spot. If there was ever a time to avoid pointless conflict, it was now. I wasn’t ready for sparks to fly over nothing, at least, not yet.The room pulsed with energy, a vibrant blend of motion and sound. Bright lights danced overhead, glinting off polished ta
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-11OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY
Alexandra Dellarosa's POV Sunlight filtered through the curtains, prying my eyes open. Fabri's form covered a percentage of the lighting, looking out the window and onto the mountain range. Silence stilled the air, the perfect melody to the situation, as I watched him stand there, so still, perfect. “What're you doing?” I asked, climbing out of bed and sitting down. He turned, sending me a small smile from where he stood. “Come.” He said, waiting on me. He smiled even wider as I slipped my feet in my slippers, standing up. I walked slowly, eyes locked with his, hands swinging slightly beside me, brushing the silk against my skin. “Morning.” I greeted, looking out the glass wall, a small smile forming at the corner of my lips. I hugged myself, looking out unto the mountain range myself. I leaned into him, his large frame the perfect compliment to my small one. I smiled again, comfort seeping through my pores as he leaned in as well, wrapping his arm around me. “How are you?” He st
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-11OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY ONE
“What do you mean she caught you?” Panic rose up my throat like bile, quicker than I ever thought was possible. A chill ran down my spine, shaking me. I gripped the sheets, turning to her with great speed. The maid looked at me, eyes wide, the most solemn expression I've ever seen on a human renting her face.“I'm so sorry madam. I don't know what happened. I'd bought the burner phone as you'd instructed. I even went as far as getting a close friend of mine’s contact, if things went the wrong way. I put the burner phone in my bag while leaving this morning. I even hid it in my underwear knowing the guards wouldn't check them when they searched me. It was in my bag as I went about my daily duties cause I had planned to come to you during the evening period as we had agreed yesterday.” I watched her recount all that had led up to this, mind racing.“And then what happened? How did she find out?” I asked frantically again and again, willing her to speak faster. I breathed long and hard,
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-12OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY TWO
Alfredo Fabri's POV I paused, taking the situation in, silence falling over the space, as I calculated my next move with speed and accuracy. I looked around, seeking an opening to plan my escape. I needed to get out of here and fast. “What do you want?” I asked, spreading my legs in a stance I knew all too well. It had proven a little too useful in recent times. I stood, hands behind me, legs apart, preparing myself for whatever lay ahead. I stared at him, his eyes sparkling with malicious excitement at me. I wondered what was going through his head at the moment, what he expected of me. If it was money, that, I had, and I would give him double of whatever his asking price. Favours differed a little too much to be jumping heavily into conclusions. He smiled, sitting at the table and picking the stack of cards. He played around with it, taking it apart and shuffling. Again and again and again. He held the card in one hand, beckoning me to the table. Pushing aside my weariness of th
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-13
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OMERTÀ CHAPTER FIFTY THREE
Alfredo Fabri's POV The road stretched out ahead, winding through narrow streets and past shuttered shops. Buildings loomed on either side, dark windows reflecting faint glimmers from our headlights. The others trailed behind me, their cars following close enough that I could see the faint shapes of faces in the mirrors. The street stores began taking their wares in, the clouds promising a grave rain, turning the sky a dark colour. The weight in my chest grew heavier with each turn. Something felt wrong, though I could not yet put a name to it.We reached the outskirts of the city, where cobbled streets gave way to dirt roads and open fields. The air seemed colder out here, the wind sharper as it whistled through the trees. Giovanni muttered something from the backseat, but I barely heard him. My eyes were fixed on the road ahead.The first shot cracked through the night like a whip. Glass shattered and I barely had time to curse before the windshield sprayed across my chest. I slam
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
Alfredo Fabri's POV I threw on my jacket, pulling the fabric snug around my shoulders. The buttons slipped through their holes one by one, my fingers moving more from muscle memory than conscious thought. The air outside would be sharp this morning, biting at the skin, and I didn’t want to rush back just because I'd forgotten to dress properly. As I turned toward the door, I slowed my steps, glancing back at her one last time. She was still curled beneath the covers, her head nestled between her arm and a pillow that seemed to swallow half her face. The faintest rise and fall of her breath softened the room’s silence. She was beautiful, as always. The weight of her day had settled into her bones hours ago, and now she was still, wrapped in peace. I allowed myself a moment longer before easing the door shut behind me.The corridor outside was colder than I'd expected, the draft sneaking down from the vents along the ceiling. My boots struck the floor louder than I'd intended, and I a
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FIFTY ONE
Alexandra Dellarosa's POV I just stared at him from my spot on the door, my face twisting into a grimace. My brows furrowed, my lips curling in frustration. Was this all because I had said I wasn’t jealous? Seriously? I rolled my eyes, exhaling sharply as the realization finally dawned on me. So that’s what this was — a tantrum. Way to throw a fit, Fabri.It wasn’t even about jealousy. I knew that. I wasn’t jealous; I just cared about him. That was all. It wasn’t some petty possessiveness or insecurity, just genuine concern, the kind that sat heavy on your chest and lingered in your mind. But sure, twist it however you want. I rolled my eyes again, this time slower, the irritation settling deeper.Still, I knew I couldn’t leave things like this. With a sigh, I pushed myself off the door and walked toward the bed, bracing myself to apologize. The last thing I needed was another argument. Not now. Not when I’d finally managed to wrestle with my own emotions long enough to forgive him f
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FIFTY
Alfredo Fabri's POV I smiled back at her lips, my gaze lingering a little too long, as if they held some unspoken promise. Without hesitation, I followed her up the stairs like a lost puppy, my thoughts consumed by her presence. Gina, once a sharp and persistent thought in the back of my mind, now felt like a fleeting whisper drowned out by the magnetic pull of the woman before me.The sound of the door clicking shut behind me felt louder than it should have, a sharp punctuation that seemed to close me off from the rest of the world. She stood in front of it, her back against the wood, her smile curling at the corners like smoke rising from a flame. There was something unsettling about it, yet I found myself unable to look away. My pulse quickened, a dull thud echoing in my ears.“Kiss me.”The words poured from her lips like silk, soft and smooth, yet heavy with intent. Each syllable seemed to hang in the air, wrapping around me like a warm breath against my skin. It wasn’t a reques
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY NINE
Alexandra Dellarosa's POVI got up slowly, feeling the stiffness in my limbs as though I were waking from a year-long slumber. Each movement was slow and deliberate, the dull ache spreading through my body like an unwelcome guest that refused to leave. My muscles throbbed, my joints cracked quietly, but I kept going — stretching my arms, rolling my neck, coaxing my body to life. It hurt, but I welcomed the pain. It felt grounding, something real to hold onto when everything else felt unsteady.I breathed in deeply, filling my lungs with the stale air of the room, air that had grown heavy and lifeless over the past few days. Turning toward the large curtains at the far end of the room, I walked over with careful steps. That small corner, tucked away in quiet isolation, had become more familiar to me than the bed I was meant to recover in. The window was my escape, my reminder that there was still a world outside, a world still spinning even as I lay trapped in my own silence.The thoug
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
Alfredo Fabri's POV I sat in her room, watching over her as she slept. The air was thick with silence, save for the faint rustle of the curtains shifting against the breeze. Roseville had left just moments ago, her presence lingering like the faint scent of her perfume. The room still carried an odd warmth from her fussing about, adjusting pillows, refilling water, reminding me repeatedly that Lex needed rest and nothing else.“She doesn’t need you hovering,” Roseville had added before leaving, her tone firm. “Just give her space.”But I couldn’t.I stayed in that chair, back stiff and muscles aching, unable to leave. Every few minutes I’d glance at her — Lex — studying the delicate rise and fall of her chest, half-convinced she might stop breathing if I looked away for too long. The purple bruising still lingered around her throat, an ugly reminder of what I’d done.My fault.The guilt gnawed at me, making me restless. I'd tried apologizing, muttered words, choked promises that I'd
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
Alexandra Dellarosa's POV My eyes fluttered open to reveal the room ceiling, pushing themselves closed almost immediately after. I felt a sharp pinch on my forearm, stretching to find a line, fluid running through it into my arm. Something felt cool against my forehead, like soft, damp cloth pressing gently to my skin. My throat ached, raw and tight, and breathing felt like dragging air through broken glass. My body felt weak, almost like I’d been wrung out, every limb heavy and useless.The room swam in and out of focus, the ceiling blurring again, the faint flicker of a lamp making shadows dance along the walls. My head throbbed, and my chest burned with each breath.“You’re awake,” a soft voice whispered.I turned my head slightly, looking in the direction of the voice, just enough to see Roseville sitting beside me, her face lined with worry. She was holding the cloth, her hand steady despite the concern written across her features.“Don’t try to move. It'll only hurt more. You'v
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY SIX
Alfredo Fabri's POV The warmth of her neck seared against my fingers as I wrapped them tighter and tighter still, my grip like a vice, unrelenting. My stance was firm, feet planted as though cemented to the floor. She squirmed beneath my hold, her body twisting and straining, but I barely noticed. My gaze was locked on the back of her head, my mind clouded with a boiling rage that swallowed everything else.She wouldn’t walk out on me like that again, not like I was nothing. Not like she could just turn her back and leave without consequence. If she thought she could ignore me, then most definitely, she'd learn the hard way.“Alexandra, you do not walk out on me in that manner. Is that clear?” I growled through clenched teeth, my voice low and ragged. Her body jerked, her shoulders trembling violently as she fought to breathe. They were deep, desperate gasps that barely seemed to fill her lungs. The sound of her strangled breaths clawed at my ears, sharp and uneven, yet I didn’t ease
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
The sharp click of the door latch snapped through the air, freezing us both in place. The sound alone was enough to send a jolt of panic racing down my spine, but it was nothing compared to what followed. He stepped inside, the sight of him hitting like a punch to the chest, cold, sudden, and impossible to ignore.We stood there, rooted in place, too stunned to move. His gaze locked onto us, eyes narrowing in confusion as he tried to piece together what he was seeing. For a moment, no one spoke — no one even breathed — as if the entire room were holding itself still. My pulse thundered in my ears, my skin cold and clammy.Roseville reacted first, her panic evident in the way she scrambled to free herself from the mess of sheets. She moved in a blur, hastily straightening her clothes before stepping beside the bed, her head bowed low like she could will herself invisible. But nothing could erase the tension that clung to the room, thick and stifling, suffocating every second that passe
