𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲.
I never thought my world would crumble at the hands of a man like Alessandro Rossi-a 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 draped in silk suits and ruthlessness. One moment, I was Yasenia Fraga, daughter of the...
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I wanted to claim her so hard it would knock her pride to its knees.
What was wrong with me? I'd never craved someone like this before, never let anyone get close enough to make me feel like I was losing control.
I wasn't wired for feelings, yet here I was, with something twisting in my gut every time I fucking saw Yasenia. It wasn't anger, not entirely—though that was always there, simmering under my skin. No, this was something else, something far more complicated and too damn confusing. My fists clenched, trying to crush whatever was fucking clawing its way to the surface.
What the hell was she doing to me?
Every time her eyes met mine, I felt it—this unsettling thing crawling under my fucking skin—an infuriating mixture of fury and something far worse. Fear. But why the hell would I be afraid? I was a fucking monster. I didn't fear anyone, least of all her. But whenever she got too close, I felt vulnerable in a way that scared the fuck out of me.
Was it guilt? Maybe I felt responsible for dragging her into my fucked-up world? Was it because I wanted to protect her, keep her safe from everything I couldn't control? I didn’t know anymore. All I knew was that this wasn't just about her being a means to an end. She was becoming something more—something I couldn't stop, something I didn't want to feel.
I kept telling myself that staying away from her was for the best, that keeping my distance would save us both. But she had a way of breaking down walls I didn't even know I had built. Fucking hell, I was losing my mind.
I'd decided to spend the night in the conference room. The less I saw of Yasenia, the better. Distance was necessary. Being near her stirred too much inside me—things I wasn't ready to face.
As I passed Diego's office, the sound of raised voices broke through the silence. His and Luca's argument was too loud, too heated, to ignore.
"She was always trouble, I tried to warn him! Schmuck wouldn't listen!" Diego barked. It was almost impossible to miss the contempt in his voice.
"Enough, father!" Luca snapped, his tone fierce. "Yasenia is his wife. She's one of us now, part of this family, and it's about damn time you accepted that. For the sake of everyone's fucking sanity."
I'd heard enough. I shoved the door open and barged into the room, rage already blinding me.
"Well, well, well, look who decided to join us!" Diego sneered, his smug expression making my blood boil.
"What bullshit are you filling his head with this time?" I barked.
Diego leaned back in his chair, eyes narrowing as he fired back. "You're crossing the line with me, boy! You killed Bruce Bailey's son, and soon enough they'll put two and two together and link it back to your brother! You want that level of trouble knocking on our door?" he fired back viciously.
