All Chapters of Mafia Men VI - Alessandro's Games : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ As I strode into the office, I glanced at Calla, who trailed behind me, her heels clicking on the floor, “Did Ms. Kane make it back with the package this morning?” Calla let out an exaggerated sigh, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder with a dismissive flick. “I knew she was all talk and no bite,” she muttered, “You should have sent me. She probably pulled some idiotic stunt and got herself arrested at the border.” I frowned, Calla’s tone grating on me. I didn’t take Freckles for someone who’d be reckless enough to get caught. She had too much skill to make a rookie mistake like that. "Did you check in with Hugo?" I asked. Calla shrugged nonchalantly, "Not yet. I’ll give him a call, but seriously, Alessandro, are you really going to bust her out if she’s in jail?" I stopped and turned to face her, pushing the ends of my jacket back as I slid my hands into my pockets. I let my gaze settle on her with a calm intensity that made her shift slightly, "What

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I don't give up easily. But when the situation calls for it, I might play along, let them think I’ve folded. Inside, though? I’m just getting started. I’ll let them see what they want to see—weakness, defeat, submission—but that’s just the smoke screen. If he wants me to play the obedient little errand girl, fine—I can play that role. But he has no idea I’m just biding my time until I get my hands on what really matters. I started setting up the coffee machine, the hum of the machine doing little to drown out the boiling anger in my veins. Through the glass walls, I caught sight of Calla heading toward the janitor’s closet, a mop dangling from her hand. She shoved it inside with more force than necessary before turning her gaze on me. “Having fun?” she called out, her voice dripping with mockery as she stepped inside the break room. “Oh, yeah, I’m living the dream,” I shot back with biting sarcasm. I turned to face her, crossing my arms. “You know this is all yo

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ My sex life? Barely existent these days. Not that I’m complaining—I've got bigger fish to fry with Fliss needing me around the clock. But tonight, she’s with Brandon, and for once, I've got a few hours to myself. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll let myself have a little fun. Hell, I might even entertain the idea of taking someone home tonight... if they’re lucky. Time to scratch that itch I’ve been ignoring for months. I had set the timer for twenty-five minutes right after Alessandro left because I had work to do. I wasn’t about to let a big payday slip through my fingers, no matter what game he had in mind. Besides, I was more than ready to handle whatever he threw my way. I turned back to the guy I’d been talking to for the last twenty minutes. It was clear he was just looking for a quick fuck, and honestly, I wasn’t above it either. I’m not the kind of woman who’s going to sugarcoat shit—I hook up when I need to scratch the itch because holding down a relationshi

Alessandro ☩══♛══☩ I didn’t have the stomach for incompetence. I wasn’t running some bleeding-heart charity here—I had an empire to maintain. If you couldn’t handle the heat, you weren’t worth my time. The weak were meant to be crushed, not coddled, and I had no patience for anyone who couldn’t pull their own weight. I had no interest in holding anyone’s hand through the cruelties of our world. But a part of me got a certain thrill from it—watching people crumble, seeing them realize just how deep they were in. The way their faces twisted, their confidence shattered, every ounce of hope they had left turning to dust. That was the part I lived for. People had to learn the hard way that this world chews you up and spits you out. And me? I enjoyed the chewing. Watching them fall apart, one piece at a time, was practically an art form. Most people cracked like eggshells—too easy, really. But every crack, every twitch of their pathetic hope dying out, was still satisfying. It neve

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ Disappointment wasn’t something I was used to feeling, especially not when it came to myself. But today? I was pissed. So fucking pissed at myself. Last night was a complete disaster, and not for the reasons it should’ve been. I could handle the dead body, the blood on my hands, the messy clean-up—hell, that was just another day in this line of work. But the fact that I let myself get all twisted up over Alessandro? That was what really set me off. I wasn’t the kind of woman who lost her head over a guy. Never had been, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. But there I was, letting that smug bastard worm his way into my thoughts, into my fucking fantasies. It was pathetic. It was beneath me. And it made my blood boil. I threw open my closet, yanking out clothes with more force than necessary, needing something to do with my hands before I punched a hole through the wall. Alessandro was nothing but a means to an end, a dangerous tool in a world where e