Alessio

Chapter 11

Alessio's POV

"L-let me leave, please, I promise t-that I'll tell you everything.", this fucker in front of me said, stuttering, and I smirked.

I jabbed a knife on his hand that was tied down on the chair, and he winced an screamed in pain, and my smirk grew even more.

I nodded at him, signalling him to continue, he's a fucking mole, he has been working in my mafia since the past two years and he was one of the fucking trusted ones.

"I-I promise that it's not what you think, I'm not a mole.", he said, and his voice laced with pain. I already know that he started working with the Russian Mafia, and was just a fucking mole, but I needed him to confess, and know that if you go against the Italian Mafia, you die.

Yes, I am the Italian Mafia's leader, have been since I was seventeen, when my father was killed by the Russian fucking Mafia. My father and my sister both were killed by them, so it's just my mom and I now, but back to the point, I'm here to kill this idiot, and I'm enjoying every moment of it.

"Hm?", I ask.

His face just got even more terrified than before, and it made me feel good, and I smirked again.

"Stronzo", I muttered, and twisted the knife, he screamed.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I was getting impatient, so I shot him.

I nodded at my men as a signal to clean up the fucking mess and left the room, it was an underground cell, in one of the buildings where my mafia works.

I left the building and went to see my mother at her house, and to say her goodbye as I was leaving back to New York today, I'm currently in Italy, to visit my mother, and some matters to attend to.

I got into my red Porsche, and drove back home, when I reached home, I heard voices in the kitchen, so I went there directly.

I glanced at my watch on the way to the kitchen and say that it was noon already.

"Ciao, Alessio," my mother greeted me.

I nodded at her, and turned around, and saw that there were some of my men, and Jaxon, he waved at me, sipping apple juice, from the fucking box, making weird noises and I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"Hai fatto il lavoro?", she asked.
(Did you get the work done?)

"Sì," I replied.

"Quell'idiota Jake," she said and I hummed.
(That idiot Jake)

"Are you going back today?", she asked and I nodded.

I had to leave at four in the evening.

I went upstairs to take a shower, when I came out, I was in a towel, when my phone  started ringing, I started drying my hair with another towel, while I went to pick up the phone.

It was Garcia, and I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

Since the time I told her, that the fling was over, she had been even more annoying, and calling me every other day.

I declined her call, as always.

And thinking about her, got me thinking about the roommate of hers, Amelia.

She was definitely the prettiest girl I had ever seen, with black hair that cascaded her back, onto her butt, and caramel eyes that anyone could get lost in.

I don't know why, but I was attracted to her, she had something behind those eyes, fear, I think, and some trauma.

The day she had the panic attack, reminded me of my sister, when she used to had those, and since then, I'd been curious on why those I happening.

Shaking my head, and removing those thoughts from my head, I changed into the clothes, and headed downstairs.

The gaurds all looked down as I passed by, and I went back to the kitchen, knowing they'd all be still there.

I reached the kitchen, and saw my mother making waffles for Jaxon as he fucking eats them, this mother fucker eats a lot, every time I see him, I see him eating something, I wonder how he still is in shape.

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It was now time for Jaxon and I to leave.

I was at the front door saying goodbye to my mother, and waiting for him.

"Abbi cura, figlio," my mom said, a tear shedding from her eyes, down to her cheek.
(Take care, son)

"Don't cry," I said, everytime I leave, she cries, it's ok, but I hate when she cries.

"Ok, I'll not," she says, wiping the tear off.

"Mi mancherai," she said, hugging me.
(I'll miss you)

"Mi mancherai anche tu, mamma," I said hugging her back. I told her many times that she should come with me to New York, but she always said no, and said that this her home, and she has too many memories of my father here, so she'll never leave it.
(I'll miss you too, Mom)

Jaxon came down, bid his goodbyes, and we went to the airport, where my private jet awaited, and we left for New York.