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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
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2025-02-19 23:59:12
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Alexandra Dellarosa POV We both were in the car and all I could think of was whether or not I should dail the number. I was conflicted between thoughts and although it hurt to me to see Fabri so unsure of himself, I knew it was the greater good. There were things Fabri weren't telling me and although I had only just returned into his life, I felt a little bit in the right to know some of these things. Fabri had not said any other word since he got into the car, and it seemed as though he was the least bothered about starting out a conversation. He had a lot going through his head, and I could tell.“So…” I trailed, trying to break the silence “Aren't you going to continue with your explanation?” I asked, trying to start out a conversation at least. It seemed as though they more I'd held myself from saying anything, the more I'd only give off the vibe that I knew something and I simply wasn't willing to share.“I've apologized already “ He said, his voice void of emotion. I didn't e
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-20OMERTÀ CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
Alexandra Dellarosa’s POVI stared, answerless, as I held his buzzing phone in my grasp. He continued to try reaching for it as he drove, sending us moving in different directions as the steering deemed fit. I held it away and out the window, his eyes darkening at the unspoken threat. I looked at the device, buzzing in my hand at top speed, a few meters from the ground and reached for the power button to shut it down. With the phone turned off, I brought my hand back inside the car, throwing it in the car pocket beside my seat. I turned to him, tension palpable in the air. I mean, if anyone could read me, it would be him. I had to play extremely safe if I was going to hide this from him, which was proving incredibly difficult with his leg unrelenting from the gas pedal. His foot unrelenting, he drove on, not giving me a single glance. The car jolted forward, staying in that position as I watched, petrified. He continued to speed up, his eyes trained on the straight road before him, n
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-04OMERTÀ CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
Alfredo Fabri’s POVI was more than sure she was hiding something. This whole fighting back and sudden withdrawal once I demand what the problem was was more than weird, it was suspicious. I turned to her, worry filling me beyond anything else. She quietened, eyes trained on nothing in particular as I drove. She looked troubled, face contorted in careful consideration.What exactly had happened in there? What was she considering? What had Lorenzo done? Had he done something to her?I steadied my breathing as we entered the mansion, and I slowed to a stop before the building, parking quickly so she she could get down as I had a more pressing matter to resolve. “Get down and go in. We'll pick this up again later. I have something to attend to.” I said quickly, clenching and unclenching my fist around the steering wheel in impatience. She turned to me, expression unreadable before opening the door with a pop and walking into the building.I watched her go, her hair slow and uncertain, li
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-05OMERTÀ 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 : 2025-03-11
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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
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
I stood up as though to meet him, my muscles coiled with tension. Each step I took toward him felt heavier than the last, dread curling in my stomach like smoke. But I couldn’t back down. Not now. If he wanted a fight a fight he would get. “That’s not happening,” I said firmly, my voice harder than I expected. I looked over him, what use to be cordial acknowledgement now anger and disgust. His eyes sparked with amusement, almost like he knew something I didn’t. He tilted his head slightly, a smug grin creeping across his face.“I don’t think you understand how this works, Fabri,” he replied, his tone low and almost playful. His gaze glinted with something dangerous, something sinister. He was enjoying this a little too much. I did understand. All too well, in fact, which was exactly why I couldn’t waste another second. Before he even had a chance to move, I lunged forward, driving my fist hard into his stomach with everything I had. My knuckles sank deep into muscle, and he stagger
OMERTÀ CHAPTER FORTY THREE
“You can't possibly be serious, Roseville. You're joking, right?” I turned to her, a maelstrom of emotions building within me. Was she actually being serious? She had to be joking, right?I just stood there, frozen, my mouth slightly open as I gaped at her. My mind raced, trying to process what she had just asked of me, some outrageous demand that seemed impossible to pull off. I felt like I was being asked to conjure a storm out of clear skies, to twist reality itself to fit her impossible request.Yet there she was, calm as ever. She smiled, a knowing smile, one that carried a silent message I couldn’t quite decipher but knew I wouldn’t like. Without breaking eye contact, she reached for a nearby chair, dragged it closer with an agonizing scrape against the floor, and lowered herself into it. Slowly, she crossed her legs, folded her hands in her lap, and stared at me expectantly, her smile never faltering. She wasn’t just waiting for my answer, she was daring me to give the wrong on
