Semua Bab Groomed By The Mafia: Bab 1 - Bab 5

"Thud."Alessia landed on the cool stone floor of the garden, her feet barely making a sound. It was a smooth and clean landing; definitely, this wasn’t her first time escaping her room through the balcony.She looked around to make sure the coast was clear and hastily wrapped the knotted bedsheets she had used to break her fall, into a small canvas bag hidden behind the fragrant rose bush. Alessia understood the cardinal rule of sneaking out—leave no trace behind. The night was erie and the petals brushed softly against her fingers as she worked, their sweet perfume mingling with the night breeze. "Sneaking off again, I see."A rich, velvety voice startled her, stopping her in her tracks. She whipped around, her honey-coloured eyes widening in surprise to see her brother, Marcello grinning mischievously. The silver glow of the moon highlighted his features revealing the young lad with obsidian-black curls framing his heart-shaped face. He was a mirror image of her features albeit m

"Thud."Alessia landed gracefully yet again, her feet hitting the bedroom floor with practised ease. It was past 2 in the morning, and the house was silent—no sign of Marcello."That's for the best," she muttered to herself. "No one to nag me."But her relief was short-lived."You're later than usual, rat," came the unmistakably smug voice of Marcello, cutting through the quiet.Alessia groaned. "Ugh." She’d spoken too soon.She hated it when he used that condescending, parental tone. Alessia knew her parents adored her, but they treated her like fragile glass. To them, she was a delicate princess to be coddled, protected, and kept far away from danger.Her life had never been normal. While other kids went to school, she was homeschooled. And while they played freely, Alessia had bodyguards hovering nearby—even at the playground.The reason was clear enough. Her father, Antonio Rossini, was the Consigliere to the Monaro famiglia, the most powerful and ruthless Mafia in all of Italy. O

Later in the night, Alessia found herself in Guvano’s private office, going over the club’s accounts. She was impressed by the figures.“This guy’s a natural moneymaker, despite his playboy ways,” she thought.“Is the account to your liking, Principessa? Your loyal servant has done well, hasn’t he?” Guvano asked, bowing theatrically.Alessia chuckled, the sound soft yet sharp. “Yes, I’m pleased. Now serve your princess with the finest the club has to offer,” she joked.…………Meanwhile, on the dance floor, Sophia was in her element. Her shiny brunette locks whipped through the air as she moved wildly to the music, her inhibitions drowned in liquor. Alessia watched from a distance, shaking her head in mild exasperation.“She’s going to do something reckless,” she muttered just as Sophia began to dry-hump a random man on the floor.“Excuse me, that’s my friend,” Alessia said sharply, pulling Sophia away.Sophia pouted, her eyes wide and pleading like a puppy’s. “You never let me have any