06: Jealousy

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" can you hear me screaming please don't leave me"

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| Notes |

This book will contain a lot of gore stuff such as torture, abuse, rape, sex and constant emotional breakdowns. Warning will be put in place before the chapters and signals so you know if you wish to skip that specific part. Other than that, I hope that you are enjoying this❤️. Also, this book is a SLOWBURN and hopefully there will be a sequel with more mature content. I love slowburn books, building up the tension is my favourite thing when writing. However, at the amount of book ideas I have in my mind, not that many will be slowburns due to impatient people demanding sex scenes. Yes, I'm talking about you.

However if slowburn is not your cup of tea, feel free to leave or perhaps try it and see how it goes. I love you:)

| Diana La Rossi |

I sighed and slumped back into my seat, as the others continued standing. I brushed the papers aside and enjoyed the silence, before breaking it.

"We have a day before getting ready for the shipment. Standing around doing nothing won't help us, at all. Alessandro, prepare your men. You may borrow some of our guns if you wish, but that is if Sofia agrees," I glanced at her, and she nodded at me in appreciation. "Your brother will help me, however. We are going to have another little mission, where we will gather more information on Matteo, so we know what to expect."

Alessandro looked at me, before nodding softly. "Sofia can manage the cameras from here. There is a room which my men use for security stuff, but Sofia can use it if you wish. What do you have in mind, Rossi?" His eyebrow raised up elegantly.

"Matteo loves playing field, and so do I. He will have men around his properties, making sure things run smoothly. With a few drinks and a small quantity of drugs, they would easily confess main things about the usual numbers at a shipment and guns they use, along with plans."

Alessandro watched her, before nodding slowly. "Lorenzo, you may show her a guest room. I will bring in some clothes adequate for seduction. But, why bring my brother in with you, Diana?"

I grinned and licked my lips. "Why, last time I did something similar someone had me against the wall, chocking the air out of me. Lorenzo will be there for security measures, in case something happens. I'm sure you understand, don't you?"

Alessandro clenched his jaw and walked out, without another word. Sofia nodded at me before hurrying after him, probably to ask him where the security room is. I turned, and watched how Lorenzo squirmed uncomfortably in my presence, before his eyes snapped up to me, and he held my gaze. Though they were brothers, Lorenzo didn't seem so similar as Alessandro. They had similar hair, but their features were different. One had high cheekbones and one lower ones. One had a sharper chin while the other had a flatter one. They were so different, yet so similar.

I cleared my throat, and stood up. "How about that room, Lorenzo? Shall we start from there?" I smiled at him, and he nodded before leading me out.

We walked across the hall and entered into another smaller hall, where a bunch of doors were. Lorenzo opened one of them and guided me inside and let me look around before handing me a bag.

"I will be in the one across," he spoke quietly, his low voice making it harder to understand. Yet, I nodded, and closed the door before leaning against it.

I quickly checked for cameras, in the corners, lights, furniture, anything. When I was sure I would be safe, I stripped off my clothes and slid on the dress they gave me. It was a peach cocktail satin dress, which reached my middle thigh and plastered to my body like a second-skin. The straps were a bit large, and they fell of my shoulder ever so often, but I adjusted them and secured them with a pin at the back. I ran my hands trough my hair trying to arrange it and fixed my makeup before waling out. The dress fit well with my black heels, and with my makeup, which I was glad for. But my question was, where the hell did he get me a dress from?

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