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CHAPTER FIFTY
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Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
"Wait for me in the car." Alessandro instructs, and I do as I'm told. I watch as he speaks to the men and gets my bag from the backseat. What the hell are they even going to tell the cops? There must be some evidence left behind. I was abducted, sure, but Alessandro did just kill two men, and so did I. This is where my calmness starts evaporating and panic sets in. I should've thought this through before I stabbed the guy in the neck. Alessandro's face looks grim as he approaches the Mustang. I think we might be in deep shit. "What happens now?" I ask as soon as he gets inside the car. "Are we going to wait for the police?" Something like this has to be reported, right? He starts the car and leaves with the same screeching tires he arrived with. "No, the clean-up crew is almost here. This isn't a matter for the police, those guys were from the Bratva." "The Bratva?" I frown. "Russian mafia. The question is, why the fuck would a member of the Bratva try to stall a business deal
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
"What are you doing?" I'm standing in the open doorway of Sammy's bedroom, watching as she's busy gathering her stuff, suitcases open on her bed. She's avoiding my gaze. "I'm moving out." "You're what!" I exclaim. "What the hell?" "I can't do this anymore, okay?" There's sorrow in her eyes when they eventually meet mine. "I love you, I do, but I almost died on Saturday thinking of what could have happened to you." I cross my arms over my chest in defense. "But nothing happened to me. I'm fine. Alessandro and his men got me out quickly." "That's not the point!" She cries out, throwing her arms in the air. "You were abducted right in front of my eyes. I can't willingly watch you go down this rabbit hole! I'm out!" I'm completely blindsided. "You're my best friend, there is no out!" "Yes, there is." She wipes a lone tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry, but I just can't be a part of this world with you. I'm not like you and Phoebe, you guys are hardcore and you've accepted this
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
It's only past ten at night when Alessandro walks through my bedroom door. Quite early compared to recent times. I put the book I was reading down on the nightstand. "Hey, everything okay?" He looks exhausted like he hasn't slept in days. And maybe he hasn't. I must really be a psycho because I haven't had any trouble falling asleep after Saturday. He takes off his jacket without looking at me. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" He still sleeps beside me every night, but he's distant. I know he feels guilty for what happened to me, but I'm alive and unharmed. Why can't he just get over that? "Are you talking about Sammy?" I sigh. "I'll still see her around campus. She made the best choice for herself." "And you don't resent me for that?" He's still not looking at me while he's getting undressed, and it's unnerving me. "Why would I resent you?" I frown. "You didn't make her move out." "But yet she did move out because of me, no?" "Do you want me to blame you for Sammy moving out
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
"No more." I whimper, trying to close my legs. I'm still tired from last night, and extremely sore and swollen, but Alessandro pays my protests no mind as he lifts my leg over his hips. "One more." He whispers, his hand rubbing titillating circles on my clit. I'm full of cum, I lost count of how many times he came inside of me after the third time. It's unbelievable how insatiable he is after he withheld himself from me for weeks after we had sex for the first time. How is it possible that he can even still be hard? His fingers move past the swollen flesh of my labia and I groan out loud. "I love how wet you are, how my cum is dripping out of your pussy." His dirty words are making me hot, but I'm so tired, my limbs numb from all the positions I've been in. At this rate, I'm really going to have to start exercising or something. I moan loudly when he feeds his cock inside me from behind. "Sshhhh." He whispers. "Phoebe must be sleeping. Do you want her to know how I'm fu
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
The new apartment is absolutely stunning. It's on the penthouse floor, so I don't even wanna know how much it costs. It has exposed brick walls and high, exposed beam ceilings, and way too freaking big for two people to live in. It has a stunning view of the park and the lights of the city twinkle brightly through the large windows. "Wow." Phoebe's mouth hangs open. Fucking wow indeed. This is the type of place you strive to live in one day, when you're really successful in your career and you finally feel like you've made it. It's further away from campus, but I'm no longer allowed to walk anyways, so it doesn't really matter. It just feels like too much, though. The other apartment was much smaller and more suitable for students. "This is like a full-blown home!" Phoebe walks the expanse of the open-plan apartment. The kitchen. dining room and living room are all in one, but it's large and freaking beautifully furnished. "Oh my god, I could live here forever!" Phoebe laughs and
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
An older gentleman gapes up at me where he's sitting across from Alessandro as I open the door without so much as a knock. Alessandro, on the other hand, doesn't seem too surprised by my presence, although his eyes hungrily take me in. Why in the world would he want to punish us both? "Charles, this is Farrah Simpson. Farrah, this is my Chief Financial Officer." Alessandro introduces us with a slight smile playing on his mouth. The introduction pisses me off even more. Just Farrah Simpson, is that all I am to him?"Oh, you're Farrah!" Charles smiles charmingly at me. "It's nice to meet you. I'll leave you two to it." "Thank you, Charles, I'll come see you when I've dealt with Miss Simpson." Dealt with Miss Simpson? Someone must have a death wish today. We stare intensely at each other while waiting for Charles to leave and close the door behind him. "This is a nice surprise." Alessandro is the first to break the silence. "Is it?" I take the deed out of my Prada purse that Phoe
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
"You're not focused!" Thomas shouts at me. "You're angry, you're too in your head!" I'm breathing hard as I rest my hands on my knees. When I said I would learn self-defense moves, a full-body workout was not what I was expecting. Thomas is a drill sergeant, it feels like I'm learning MMA. "Maybe you should try again tomorrow." Phoebe says from where she's sitting on a bench eating cereal. "I think she's pissed off at Boss." If I had something to throw at her right now, I'd throw it straight at her head. I'll get her later. "Yes, training resumes tomorrow." Thomas lightly slaps me on the back. "We need to work on your stamina. I want you on the treadmill every night." "What the fuck." I fall down on the mat. "I didn't say I wanted a personal trainer." "Shit luck!" Thomas shouts down at me. " Now you have one, so next time you're attacked, you'll know exactly how to handle the situation." He's talking as if there definitely will be a next time. "Have you heard anything from Ales
Sinfully Yours CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
It's been four days. Four days since I've visited Alessandro at his office, and I have still not heard from him. Not, a text, nothing. I've been finding it hard to get up in the mornings, if it wasn't for Thomas waking me up and demanding that I train with him, I would probably just stay in bed and wallow. I've noticed that I don't get any requests to tutor students either, and I don't even have the energy to enquire about it, I know who has something to do with it. But how could he? How could he just barge into my life, completely change it, and then leave me hanging? The worst part is, I don't even miss Sammy the way I miss him. What does that make me? I've known her longer than I know him, yet it's his presence that I miss. Or maybe I was just never meant to be a good friend. I know I'm a good sister, but maybe Sammy was right to move. Maybe I'm a disaster waiting to happen. Here I am pining for a man who can't even pick up the phone to text me. Sure, I have an extre
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