"Well than, who are you Amelia Lane." Alessio asks in a low voice. Little does he fucking know.
Amelia has had one thing on her mind for the last year and a half. Killing the Moretti family bloodline. But Will she succeed in her suicide mission whe...
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Alessio Moretti
She stands there shocked, like this was something she dreamed of hearing for weeks, months.
"You're fucking lying" she says as I hear her cute little sniffle after but she quickly covers it with a cough.
"And why would I be lying to you? If you don't trust me just put a bullet through me and we can be done with it" I say shrugging. She won't do it and even if she did, I have men waiting outside on me and if I don't get out of this place in approximately fifteen minutes, this place is going to be ashes.
She shrugs, "maybe you just want what you want and then you will kill me, she can't have faked her death, she would've told me before" she whispers the last part under her breath referring to her sister this time, but I still hear it by close proximity.
"Fine don't believe me, but this place is gonna be ash in a few if you don't agree to follow me out of this building and into my car so we can talk more" we can't talk here, my men will think otherwise.
She thinks about it in silence for a few seconds before she nods.
"Okay" she mutters holding her head down in defeat.
"Alec you take Luca in my car, I'll take princess here to the penthouse" I send a wink towards Amelia. "Send Aria and mom over with a change of clothes" I say the last part so that only Alec can hear it.
Alec nods and walks to the front entrance of the warehouse.
"Let's go" I nod towards the exit while looking at a very angry Amelia.
She stalks up to me leaning up to my ear and whispering, "call me princess again and I'll shoot your dick off and feed it to you, capito?" She asks still waiting on an answer. {understand?}
I smirk and nod. "I asked you a fucking question, you answer" she says more harshly as she reaches her right arm up with the blade still in her hold.
I break a smile and raise two hands in defeat.
"Fine, you win— princess" she rolls her eyes and mutters something like 'I'll show you fucking princess'.
She walks in front of me her long black hair swaying in her ponytail as she moves her hips with every step she takes. Her small black dress not covering merely enough skin and that thigh holster that is tightly secured around her thigh that now holds the black hand gun she once held to my forehead. A silver anklet sits on her ankle, a small chain with a singular heart charm that is a small jewel with many smaller jewels surrounding the heart shape.
