All Chapters of In The Arms Of A Mafia Boss : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

(Alessio's POV) "Do you want to come with me? I can take you somewhere you'd have a good life and be free from the abuses of your stepfather," Rosita spoke in Italian to a young girl covered in bruises. I had tracked her location, and right now, she was in a restaurant, talking to a girl, unaware that I was sitting just a seat away from her. "Really? You can help me?" The girl’s voice trembled with sadness. "I want to escape from my stepdad. He abuses me and rapes me daily." Rosita placed her hand gently over the girl's, offering an innocent smile. She must have charmed Lisa with that façade. With that sweet, unassuming face, she could easily make anyone believe she was harmless. But in reality, she was nothing but a despicable woman who trafficked girls for money. "Yes. I am going to take you somewhere. They're going to treat you nicely, and you will have a good life with them," Rosita assured her. "Then take me with you. I want to go with you," the girl blurted, unaware of

(Lisa's POV) It’s been two weeks since the whole drama unfolded. Although I’ve told him countless times that I wasn’t going to escape like I always do, he still doesn't’ believe me. I can’t blame him, though, because I’ve tried every possible means to escape from him. I’ve been doing my best to get to know him, and in the few times we’ve spoken, I’ve come to realize that he isn’t fully the monster I had labeled him to be. He is caring when it comes to me. Should I take back my words about calling him a monster, or should I call him a handsome monster? I thought to myself, grinning. “What’s making you smile?” Vanessa and Isabella interrupted my thoughts. I snapped back to reality, realizing they were both in the room with me. We were eating together because I had said so. “Nothing,” I smiled at them, but Isabella gave me a suspicious look. “Something is fishy about you,” she said, her eyes glued to mine. “What’s fishy about me?” I muttered. “You look happier these days,

(Alessio's POV) "I thought you had forgotten about your dad's death anniversary, and that's why I decided to call you," an elderly woman said to me as she poured me a drink. She is my mother's sister. "No, I didn't," I replied, emptying the glass she had poured for me. When I told Lisa to come see me in my suite, I intended to tell her I wouldn't be home on time, but I got distracted; I can't resist her when she is close to me. It's still unbelievable that she allowed me to touch her. If not for my aunt's call, we would have been having steamy sex right now. "How have you been?" she asked with a smile, and I merely nodded. I kept in touch with her from time to time because she was the only one who felt remorseful about what her sister did to my dad. Even after my dad was buried, she wanted to take me with her. She did all she could, but Salvatore wouldn't allow her to take me, stating that I was the next mafia boss of the DeLuca family. After much effort, she gave up,

(Alessio's POV) After much thought, I decided to give Lisa back her phone because I wanted to try my best to trust her words about not escaping from me. It’s been a few weeks, and she hadn’t made an attempt to run away, despite knowing the exit. Giving her a chance to speak to her dad wouldn’t be a bad idea for her efforts. “You miss your dad, right? You should call him,” I said, smiling deeply, just to convince her I was serious about it. Tears fell from her eyes as she stared at her phone. “I didn’t know this was with you. I... I thought I lost it on the day you brought me to Italy.” I felt happy she didn’t use the word ‘kidnapped’ like she had always done. “Ivan gave it to me. I’ve kept it under my custody since then.” “Why are you giving it to me now?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. “You miss your dad, don’t you?” She nodded, sniffling. “Then talk to him and see how he’s doing,” I muttered. Lisa took the phone from me, and a smile spread across her fac

(Lisa's POV) My eyes went to the wall clock, and I exhaled for the umpteenth time. It was already past 9 PM, and Alessio still hadn't returned home. I had come to his suite just so I'd be the first person to know when he was back, but I had been in his room for over an hour with no sign of him entering. I would have called him, but I didn’t have his number. Ivan wasn’t home either. If he was, I would have asked why Alessio was taking so long to return. It was crazy how much I missed him now, considering I had always wished he wouldn't come close to me. "Don’t miss me too much. When I’m back, we’ll continue where we left off. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk." I blushed hard at the memory of his words, my face simpering. My body heated up as I recalled how we had almost had sex—if not for the phone call that interrupted us. Feeling bored while waiting for him, I scrolled through the pictures I had taken when he took me to watch the sunset. I couldn't stop myself fr