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Alexandra Dellarosa POV Sitting so close to Fabri brought about yet another nostalgic effect. I watched him meander his way with the culinary, perfectly smoulding through intentionally, curating the perfect cup of coffee. He was too comfortable with the experience, such that I wondered if he was the one in charge of this specific bar.“I’ll pick it up later” He said, ignoring the phone call. It was almost as though he didn't want to take the call in front of me. Was it perhaps something that had to do with me? Perhaps I was only overthinking things, but I could get out of my head.“I could leave if you don't feel comfortable with taking the call in my presence” I continued, taking a sip out of the cup of coffee. I watched him pause for a moment, as though he'd carefully thought his next reply thoroughly.“No such” He replied. I didn't get the memo nor did I get the entirety of the message he was trying to pass across, but he in an instant picked up the call and his actions were just
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Alfredo Fabri POV A lot of things were going south under my watch and it seemed as though I was losing my grip at things. I was certain that Lil Joe wasn't going off the hook and he wasn't saying anything, but I knew it was only a matter of time.“You know what to do right?” I asked LaRosa, hoping he'd taken the memo. We'd only just gotten out of another failed session with Lil Joe. He was not spewing anything other than gibberish, and plausible lies to throw us off trail and balance. But he was cracking slowly, whatever had made Lil Joe not to run his mouth like he normally would up until now, was strong enough to make him offer his life entirely without giving us a proper lead. But I knew why exactly he wasn't saying anything, I knew the stronghold they held as a leash to his neck.“I will look into the whereabouts of his family” LaRosa articulated. I'd figured that while Lil Joe's loyalty remained unquestioned to the family, he had a very strong liking to his family. His petite fi
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Alfredo Fabri POV The text message from earlier had kept me on my toes knowing that someone was out there watching my every move. I didn't understand how a text message could send such waves of shock, I'd thought we'd handled the matter in such a way that no one from the family could breathe a word about it to an outsider but evidently we had failed. I'd forced myself towards an unreasonable assumption that someone within was trying to ask smart. But I trusted the fold too much to think so lowly of them. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't one to treat matters as these with a lot of sentiment, but I was certain that it'd take someone within to have such an audacious gut to try to go up against me. It wasn't pride but basic fact.The message had further succeeded in ruining my plans for the night, I'd thought about cancelling the little outing with Lex but I just couldn't bring myself to do that because the meeting meant so much to me, it felt as though it was that deciding fulcrum of t
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Alexandra Dellarosa POV The restaurant was dimly lit for some reason, probably Fabri's already failed attempt at creating a romantic atmosphere. I was done and all I needed for closure was for him to define our relationship. I'd heard a voice behind me and it was a deep baritone, I'd prior to then preconceived that no one else asides Fabri was in here even though he didn't show his face as soon as I stepped into the room initially.“What do you want from me Fabri?” I questioned, facing his direction. The venom in my voice was enough to pass across the message that I was fed up with whatever he had going on, and I was no longer buying the crap he was selling. The Fabri I once knew was dead and remarkably now a shadow of himself.“Hmm” He sighed without saying another word. I watched him reply out of the darkness, the rcandles in the room had cast a thick shadow towards the direction where he stood such that I couldn't properly see him. Although I could make out his bold figure and his
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Alexandra Dellarosa's POV A soft knock pulled me from my reverie. It wasn’t loud, nor was it urgent, but it was enough to break the quiet stretch of time that had held me captive. The morning had been lazy, the kind that drifted on without purpose. I opened my eyes to find the bed beside me empty, the space where someone else might have been only a faint echo of its usual warmth. I sighed and rolled over, stretching, the movement lazy and reluctant. The house around me was still, quiet in that way it had when no one else was awake, and for a moment, I just lay there, listening to the soft hum of my own thoughts.There was nothing to do, or so it seemed. I had long ago given up on any particular plan for the day, instead filling it with whatever came to mind. It had become routine, almost comforting. A slow, steady routine that I didn’t question. I got up, shuffled to the bathroom, and began the motions of getting ready for nothing. I brushed my teeth, chose my clothes from a wardrobe
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Alfredo Fabri's POV The cold air clung to my face, sharp and biting as I moved through the trees. The scent of damp earth and pine filled my lungs, grounding me even as my heart thundered in my chest. I kept low, boots brushing silently over leaves and broken twigs. The others were close, their figures flickering like shadows between the trunks.I gripped my knife tighter, the worn leather handle warm in my palm. Ahead, the faint glow of lanterns lit the clearing where the trucks were parked. Voices carried on the wind, low and careless. They thought they were alone out here.I smiled grimly.The first one spotted us — a wiry man with a rifle slung over his shoulder. His mouth opened, breath curling in the cold. I lunged before he could speak. My knife caught him just below the ribs, punching through his jacket and sinking deep. He let out a wet grunt, fingers clawing at my wrist as his legs buckled. I twisted the blade and felt the strength leave him.The gunfire started before his
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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
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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
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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
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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
