"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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Allessio Moretti
I sigh.
Nothing hurts a mans ego more than a strong, fearless femme fatale, and Amelia seamed to have mastered it because not only did she hurt my ego, she left it near death. No one spoke to me like that, No one. But i had let her, and she took not only the one inch that i had handed to her on a fucking silver platter, she took the whole mile. She fucking slapped me for fucks sake.
Anyone would be dumb enough not to fall for the dumb blonde in disguise act, of course without the blonde part. Amelia really played her role well. Amelia was a double agent for men like me, like she has all the power, like she could ruin me. She thought hard and well about all of her decisions. I respect that about her, it is definitely something my mafia needs. She has sweetness leaking from her, like it is simply her, but i see right through her little facade. Just like when i had purposely kept my shirt off, not one glance, yet she still leaked power from every word she uttered. She definitely doesn't need men to get her force from.
Although, she's definitely hiding something from not only me but other people. She has a gift that not many other women have and there could be a slight possibility that she had learnt her sexy front, but it is obviously very hard to master at such a young age.
Feeling like i just got completely scammed by Amelia, I grasp hold of myself and pull myself to my feet, also pulling my matte black dress shirt over my arms, leaving it fully unbuttoned. I walk out of the room to see my sister, Aria, and Amelia laughing it up like they are old friends catching up for the first time in years. Fuck me, her front may not be a front after all if she has my baby sister in her clutches already.
I put on my own front and walk past them both to the mini bar just behind my sister. I grasp hold of the bottle of whiskey and take a huge swig of the alcohol. It burns down my throat like a wildfire but of course i keep a straight face. I glance a look over to my sister and then to Amelia. Aria laughs at a joke that Amelia had just uttered while crossing her right leg over the left and takes a small gulp of the clear liquid that was in her cup which i had a slight feeling was not at all anything close to water.
Aria turns to me, whispering in Italian, "Hai scelto quello divertente eh?" she chuckles after her sentence and raises her eyebrows when she sees the dark look shadowing my features. She gives me a look saying 'what's wrong' with her eyes. "kill me", i mutter going to sit down in front of my idiot brother and Mike. In the corner of my eye, i see Amelia ask Aria what was wrong and my sister just shrugs and then continues their oh so interesting chat. {you chose the funny one huh?}
My brother looks up at me through his dark lashes and sighs like he's my fucking therapist. My best friend decides to put down the magazine that is probably littered with half naked girls parading as many inches of skin as their modeling agents would allow. Mike perks up in his seat listening for signs that the conversation will start as if he's a co-therapist. Great. Alec shuts his laptop with a small smack of the object closing. He switches the language to Italian before starting; "What's up with you, Mr grumpy", he asks taking a sip of his drink.
