MenaIf the situation wasn't that nerve wrecking, I would've laughed for myself for the way I was cleaning my face at the dressing table I had hijacked. I wasn't even that big on skincare, but if Alessio somehow did happen to enter the room, I had to look like I was doing something interesting.By now it was almost midnight, Alessio had been back for hours, but I hadn't seen him yet. Unless that man was secretly a vampire, I knew he would want to sleep at one point, and knew he could walk in at any second.For the past few days, I had been living in anxiety, slowly waiting for everything to crumble into chaos.The sound of the door finally opening didn't help that much either. It was Alessio.He walked in, and our eyes locked for a moment before I quickly looked away. I heard him let out chuckle, and soon after he had already disappeared to the bathroom.As the water was running, I moved myself to the bed and sat there like a zombie, wondering what would be the best to say when he woul
Mena"You've been waiting for me?" I asked. Looking at the woman, I had no choice but to admire her beauty. It might've been the way she presented herself, or the sundress which hugged her body—but there was just something about her.I could tell she had never had a worry in her life, other than which designer bag would match her outfit for the day.What struck me the most was not her beauty, but the way she had been involving Naty. It was both hearth warming and worrying, because I couldn't understand why.Giulia pulled me into a welcoming hug. "I hope I didn't interrupt your sleep, sweetheart.""Not at all, ma'am," I replied, trying to match her big smile."Giulia, please," she corrected me."Giulia.""Now sit. You have to help me eat all this food," She guided me to a chair. I sat down and looked at the plate in front of me, filled with eggs, toast, fruits, and much more I wasn't going to try and pronounce.My mouth watered at the sight, and I mentally kicked myself for having gone to
Mena"Whatever suits you," I replied, chuckling. I had been observing his personality from the second we had met, and it was mostly because he was interesting. He was mischievous, loud, stubborn, yet kind—and somewhere in between respectful and disrespectful.Dante piled some food onto his plate, not noticing I was staring at him. Then he snapped his finger, and raised his glass, making a maid rush over to fill his glass with some orange juice."Thanks, babe," he smiled at the blushing maid, openly watching her as she walked away. Mind you, I found him to be the most normal of the three brothers.Dante pushed some food inside his mouth. "Man, those waffles are tasting good today!" he spoke with his mouth full, but I wasn't disgusted. It was actually kind of cute."I can tell you were starving," I commented, watching him devour his breakfast."Hmm," Dante nodded. "When there's food on the table, I'm going to eat it. What else do you expect me to do with it? Put it in my ass?" he replie
AlessioAs I sat in the car with Donni and Levi, my mind was set on one thing. Taking care of the Jimena situation, involving that guy from the picture, was my main priority.Donni sat in the backseat, while I sat beside Levi. Nearly six months ago, Levi became my driver. Our first encounter was when I was completely wasted, unable to tell left from right. He was kind enough to drive me home from the club, and when I offered to pay him, he requested a job instead. He had been fully aware of who the Fanuccis were and the risks involved, but he was desperate, and I admired his courage.Donni had done his homework, digging up everything on the man from the picture. His name was Anson, and he was Jimena's ex, and Naty's dad. He was once an aspiring football player from Texas, but now turned to construction work, probably to provide for his family. According to Donni, many described him as a loudmouth with a temper, aggressive, violent, and physically abusive towards Jimena. Old neighbors
Alessio"What the hell, man!" Anson managed to get out, his expression full of shock and fear.I wasted no time, and delivered a well-deserved punch to his nose. He groaned in pain, and I grabbed his collar, lifting him slightly before landing another blow."I heard you were tough!" I punched him again, unable to contain my anger."I-I don't know what you're talking about, man," Anson stammered as if I had the wrong person. Judging by his eyes, he didn't know what the problem was."Come on, do something," I dared him, giving him a kick."I don't want to fight, I don't want any trouble, I'm sorry okay! I'm sorry, just let me go," Anson pleaded. His tough personality had already crumbled before he got the chance to show it. I couldn't believe this moron was the man Jimena had been running from.Anson protected his face with his hands, preparing himself for another blow."You want to hit women, but you don't want to fight me?" I gave him another kick, sending him to the ground. Kneeling
MenaWe were on our way to Miami, sitting in Alessio's private jet. There were two more hours to go, and not knowing the reason for this trip was driving me insane. Just like all days, Alessio was distant, only speaking when necessary—but I didn't mind.He was busy doing whatever he was doing in the back, while Naty sat on the opposite right of me with her face pressed against the window. Until now she had pointed out almost every single cloud, and gushed about flying nonstop.I hated flying. Usually, I would have several weeks to mentally prepare myself, but this trip had been decided overnight and I had no say. The only positive was that Anson could not stalk me or get to me from here."Mommy, are you alright?" Naty's concerned voice broke through my thoughts."Yes, baby, don't worry about me," I replied, faking a smile. I was seconds away from puking, but the only thing holding me back was the fear of Alessio throwing a fit.He had suddenly appeared from the back and walked towards
MenaThe mansion we arrived at was huge, but still not as gigantic as the Fanucci residence. "Wow, pretty!" Naty gazed out of the car, admiring the white architecture.Alessio was the first to exit the car, then he opened the door for us. First he gave Naty a hand, and then he helped me get out."Oh, new friends!" Naty gasped, pointing to two girls and a boy around her age, most likely triplets, standing at the gate. Behind them stood two women and an older man in a bathrobe."Alessio!" The man in the bathrobe called out, opening his arms to embrace him. Alessio hesitantly returned his hug."Nice to meet you, Diego.""Alessio, the last time I saw you, you were just a kid. Probably don't remember, do you?"Diego's voice was loud enough to wake an entire neighborhood. My eyes moved from his trunks, to his hairy chest, to his red robe. He seemed so care-free, and his energy seemed positive."I know of you, but I don't remember meeting you. I'm sorry," Alessio apologized."No worries," Die
MenaAlessio had already caught up with Diego when I arrived downstairs. This time, he was wearing a suit instead of the robe.Beside him stood his daughter, Pilar, once again eyeing Alessio like he was some sort of snack.However, this time the way she stared at him like he was some prized possession, made me feel uncomfortable. Especially because Alessio who couldn't keep his eyes of her either, didn't seem to mind the attention.I wasn't his type, and that's why he had forced me to be his fiancee. To get at his family, and prove them a point. I knew that.It was easy to say for him that we had to make it work, and that I was the one being awkward—but eye-fucking his business partner's daughter wasn't exactly helping his case.I wasn't going to be a hater. Anyone could see that Pilar was an absolute beauty and looked like a model. Her beautiful black hair was curled to perfection, and her eyes were a piercing green.She had the kind of beauty that didn't just turn heads, it stopped t