Alessio"Just look around the place real quick, we have two more to go," I instructed, turning to the guys."Levi and Donni, you're with me. You two take the other side.”We walked inside, and the first thing I noticed were the flickering, dimmed lights. The warehouse had a smell of a musty scent, and the only noise was the sound of dripping water, probably from a leak.“Where were you guys yesterday?” I attempted to lead a conversation, trying to remain as casual as I could as we looked through the warehouse."I took a jet, flew this hot babe to a hotel," Donni boasted proudly. "At the beginning of the day, her mouth worked like a damn machine, at the end of the day—she couldn’t talk anymore."“Good for you,” I said, expecting nothing less from Donni. Women and work, that’s what his life was—and what my life used to be.From the corner of my eye, I caught Levi bending down to grab something from the floor. As he was about to put it in his jacket, I grabbed his arm to stop him. “What
Alessio“Ales,” Gian opened his eyes, trying to speak. His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and only a few murmurs slipped past his lips. He didn’t have a lot of energy, and whatever was left—he used to gasp for air."I’ll call for help," Jay yelled, sprinting away with Sal behind him.“I’ll call Domenico,” Levi said."Don’t tell him about…" My voice trailed off, thinking about Uncle Stefano. That was not something to tell him over the phone, and if anything—I should be the one to do it. Who knew how he would react?"I know," Levi nodded, then made his way outside. If it were up to me, I would’ve picked up my brother and driven him to the hospital myself, but I was no doctor and didn’t know how much more harm that could cause him.“Uncle…dead,” Gian managed to whisper, fighting through the pain. “He told me…hide…survive…I went…and then—“ his words were cut short by a fit of coughing followed by more shivers."Stop talking," I urged him, unable to bear seeing him like this any longer. T
AlessioIt had been three days. Three days since everything went to hell, since we found Gian in that cold storage, and since Uncle…I took a deep breath, burying my head between my hands as I sat in the hospital waiting area. I couldn’t stand being in Gian’s room anymore, especially not when he was the quietest I had ever seen him in my life.I couldn’t blame him, and I hadn’t expected anything else from someone who had just lost a limb.In the past, I would wish for him to turn it down a notch, but this was not what I meant. My fingers were wrapped tightly around the watch in my hand. The final thing I was able to retrieve from Uncle.Everything that had happened felt like a cruel joke. It wasn’t just Uncle’s life that was taken, but in a way, Gian’s too. He was a fighter, always had been. The doctors had been optimistic at first, saying that if he were to pull through, there would be no guarantee that he could ever walk again, let alone function properly.He had several cardiac arr
Alessio"How are you doing?" Mena asked, grabbing his right hand.Mena’s naive personality, her goodness, made her blind to Gian’s tactics. The look in his eyes was pure evil, one even I couldn’t compete with.This time, as a chuckle of disbelief escaped from Gian’s lips, I had to force myself to interfere."Mena, let’s go," I reached for her arm, but Gian was quicker and pulled her closer, wrapping his hand around her wrist."How am I? This is all your fault, you dumb, brainless bitch," he spat, his voice filled with nothing but pure hatred.“W-What?” Mena stammered.The room around me seemed to freeze, and, same as in the warehouse, my legs couldn’t move anymore.“Your little boyfriend did this because your fake little boyfriend threatened him. Your psycho baby daddy is with the Baldinis now," he revealed as if it was nothing.Even though it was already too late, I reacted by smacking his hand away from her. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s confused, let’s go,” I grabb
MenaWith a burst of emotions, I stormed through the halls of the mansion, towards the bedroom. Levi trailed behind just as I had expected from Alessio’s puppy.The audacity of Alessio’s reaction at the hospital made my ears steam. I understood that he was not in his usual state of mind, overwhelmed by the loss of his uncle—but that didn’t excuse any of his lies.I wasn’t going to push away my feelings because there was ‘more important stuff’ going on. No.The more I thought about it, the more it hit me that if Alessio had told me about his visit to Anson, I could’ve at least warned him with what he was dealing with.I could’ve warned him to keep an eye on him, and it wouldn’t have gotten to this.Anson’s fearless behavior was something I was all too familiar with, and Alessio underestimated. I knew why he did. It was because he most likely thought he was pathetic—which was right, but he was not weak.I wasn’t even going to start about the tracker in that ring. See, that part was just
MenaAlessio did exactly what I asked, and then sat up as well, waiting for me to speak."You know, Stefano died, your brother lost his hand because of me—and I want to say it’s because of me, but it’s because of us. Both of us," I said, my voice steady, trying to make him see the gravity of the situation we were in.I understood Gian perfectly fine, and given the circumstances—I would’ve snapped the same way, only I wasn’t the brainless dumb bitch. Not in this situation.Alessio looked at me, his expression a mix of guilt and annoyance because I had brought it up. “He has his right hand, his good hand—he can still take a wank.”For a moment, I had to hold back my laughter because I couldn’t believe what had left his mouth. Only Alessio could try and see the positive side of a situation this horrendous.I could not make this shit up."You really hurt me, and I know it wasn’t your intention to hurt me—but you did," I took another approach. He needed to understand my feelings, and it ne
AlessioDon’t ask me how I managed to make the situation even worse than it had to be, but I did. Mena was pissed, and that was all on me.I escaped in the morning because I didn’t want to argue with her any longer and found myself back in the hospital halls, holding the watch I gave Uncle in my hands yet again. Replaying last night over and over in my head, I looked down at the watch.I was so angry last night, and it was all because she compared me to that monster. I was trying to be good, to do good—and hearing that was like a punch to my pride.For a moment, I even considered calling Estelle, thinking maybe I should just be the monster Mena seemed to think I was. I hurt her time and time again. It wouldn’t make any difference if I would hurt her once more.Those were my thoughts until I smacked myself on the head. I couldn’t do it, not to her. Mena…she wasn’t like the other women I had been with. She was different—sweet, quiet Mena, who was finally opening up about her feelings, s
Alessio“What?” I furrowed my brow, confused as to how the hell I got involved. Gian wouldn’t be Gian if he didn’t throw around my name unprovoked.“Don’t you think I’m furious?” Dad spoke, but his voice was weak and lacked the usual strength that made us want to follow him. “I lost my brother, and I almost lost my son.”"Then why are we here having teatime?" Gian frowned.Dad released an exhausted sigh. “I just want to bury your Uncle for now—and that’s it,” he said, glancing at Mom, who stood by uncomfortably. “Now is not the right time to discuss this.”Gian’s eyes softened, and I knew his mind went to Uncle.Stefano always had a soft spot for Gian. Maybe because he could see a bit of himself in Gian’s reckless behavior, or maybe because he could tell Gian wasn’t all there in the head. Who knew?"Do you already know where we’re going to bury him?" Gian asked softly."Your nonna wants him buried here, so we will bury him here," Dad said firmly, closing off the topic. Talking about h