All Chapters of Groomed By The Mafia: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Leonardo’s head had barely turned from the impact. His jaw tightened in anger. Slowly, he turned his gaze back to her.Alessia let out a gasp as she saw his eyes, they darkened in fury and his gaze grew colder. And for the first time, Alessia felt genuine fear. Then, before she could react, his hand shot forward—And grasped her neck.Alessia gasped, her fingers clawing at his wrist as he pressed her back against the wall.Leonardo Morano watched the look of fear and terror in her eyes. “Good!” he thought, As charming as he found her fiestiness, she must learn her place and never disrespect him in front of the famiglia. His grip wasn’t crushing, but it was enough to send a warning. Enough to make her breath hitch in fear."You have no idea," Leonardo murmured, his voice quiet, almost deadly, "who you’re testing right now."Alessia felt her vision blur at the edges and her pulse pounded beneath his fingers."Leo—Leonardo," she choked, her voice barely above a whisper.He didn’t let g

The dull ache between her legs persisted. Alessia knew she was sinfully attracted to Leonardo Morano, and tonight proved how poor her self-control around him was.“Fuck, I'm probably soaked by now,” she mumbled, feeling the dampness in her silk panties.Alessia lingered in the garden for a while, hoping to rid herself of the flushed appearance on her cheeks.“It’s getting quite cold. I should head inside the banquet.”As she stepped into the hall, the first thing her eyes caught was Leonardo standing in his white shirt, unbuttoned down to the last two. His suit was draped over a chair, forgotten. He was like sin incarnate—his biceps flexed as he shook hands or took a slow sip from his wine. The low, warm lights reflected the beads of sweat rolling down his abs.Alessia gulped, feeling an itch that needed to be soothed.Leonardo felt a piercing gaze on him and instinctively turned in its direction.“Fuck.”He caught Alessia staring at him, her eyes dark with lust. She was biting those

Alessia scratched her neck awkwardly as Isabella Morano’s sharp gaze landed on her. Just knowing that the entire house had likely heard everything from last night made her face burn with embarrassment.“Hi, Auntie,” she greeted, keeping her head down, wishing the ground would swallow her whole.A warm embrace caught her off guard, the rich scent of Chanel No. 25 filling her nostrils. Alessia stiffened, completely frozen in Isabella’s arms, unsure of how to respond.“Oh, bambina, just call me ‘Mom.’ We are famiglia.”Alessia swallowed, nodding hesitantly. “Okay… Mom.”A wide smile spread across Isabella’s face as she pulled back, her manicured fingers brushing Alessia’s cheek.“Why don’t you sit, bambina, and have a drink with me?”Before Alessia could decline, Isabella signaled to the maid, who swiftly returned with a bottle of Dom Pérignon Rosé and two crystal glasses.“It’s never too early to drink,” Isabella murmured as the maid poured the champagne into her glass. She lifted it wi

“Ugh stupid dress” Alessia grumbled her face in a deep scowl. She was currently surrounded in a mass of fluff and all kinds of couture dresses made by the best fashion houses worldwide. “Aaahhhhh I love this color, it really highlights her eyes, don't you think Rosa?” The speaker was a stunning slender woman, whose bold sparkling jade jewellery stood out across miles. She was Paula Hernandez, Alessia's Aunt and Rosa's sister. Rosa nodded to get sister, “Still the fashion icon, Paula dear and yes, it does look lovely on Alessia” Turning to her daughter, she continued, “Why don't you keep this one aside and keep trying on more dresses?” Aunt Paula gave a firm nod of affirmation.“Come on… Mama, I have already tried on dozens of dresses, and why should I look good for that pompous jerk?”“Alessia…..” Rosa gasped in horror, looking around worriedly to see if anyone else was eavesdropping. “Watch your words, young lady, and never speak about your fiance in such a manner” She reprimande

Alessia bit her lips as the harsh air current blew past her face. When Guvano mentioned he had a friend to bypass the Morano network, nobody informed her that she was headed for Mexico. After an excruciating 12 hours of flight, they finally landed at a private airport. She nodded to the pilot and the small crew who she later realized were a private freight company owned by Guvano’s friend. Alessia heaved a sigh. The air felt suffocating, and her heart tightened as she thought of home. Here, there was nothing like Villa Florita. She was not Alessia Rossini, the rich heiress of one of the most powerful families in Sicily—rather, she was a stowaway—a ginger-haired lady with green contacts, Elena Vasilakis, Greece, born on a vacation in Mexico. “Elena Vasilakis,” she muttered as she looked at the dark-red passport with the Greek coat of arms embossed in gold on the cover. Elena Vasilakis's identity was not completely fake; her maternal home was the Vasilakis.“At least there is one rea