𝙿𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 -

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ

ᴀʟᴇssᴀɴᴅʀᴏ

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"Remember You can't see mama til I come to pick you up"I reminded my son Leo who listens attentively.

"Okay papa, What about classes?" he asks confusion lacing his face.

"You'll be doing those the whole day until papa comes to get you, "I said ruffling his hair as he giggled.

"What if I wanna see Mama?" he pouts pulling on his white shirt.

"I'll show you a photo of her"I chuckle

"oh, okay papa" He smiles before running off to His lesson.

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Mᴇʟɪssᴀ

I sigh plopping myself down on the Bed after Replying to Emails and being in a lot of Zoom meetings.

I'm so exhausted.

Normally Leo would be in my arms right now, but the house seems unusually Quiet.

I Put my hair in a ponytail and Slid on my Bed slippers, The White Nail Polish outshined.

"Where the fuck is everyone?"I whisper to myself.

Walking down to the kitchen, I see Fia chopping up some vegetables.

"Hi Fia, Need any help?"I smile washing my hands.

"Yes please, Chop these greens for me while I'll do the stirring "She nods giving me the Knife.

"So where are you from?"She asks starting a Convo.

"Um, I'm from St.Vincent"I look over.

"Oh, the island?"She asks.

"Yeah, I wanna go for a visit" She inquires.

"To visit your family?"

Yeah, I miss my big sister a lot "I weakly smile.

"I'm sorry, What's Her name?"She requests.

"Amelia" I responded.

"That's such a beautiful name, She must be very Pretty" Admired Fia.

"She is, very"I laugh.

After cutting all the greens I add Dem into the Pot and Wash my hands again.

"Thank you for helping me "she grinned before rushing me out of the kitchen.

"Like this?"I heard Leo's gentle voice from his classroom.

Walking over there I Peep seeing him Write a sentence.

"Yes!Good job Leonardo" His tutor Cheered.

I smile before walking towards Sandro's office which was shut.

The cold air from Sandro's office swept over my skin as I stepped in, the rich scent of his cologne wrapping around me like silk. He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, jacket hanging off the back of the chair, sleeves rolled up, shirt slightly undone, exposing a hint of his chest.

“Ciao amore,” he greeted, voice smooth and low, eyes softening the moment they met mine. He patted his lap without hesitation.

I smirked, making my way over. “Hi, Sandro… why is the place so quiet?”
As I straddled him, his large hands instinctively settled on my thighs, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush. I could feel the heat radiating off him.

“I gave most of the staff a day off,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just under my jaw. “But the evening guards should be here soon.”

I hummed, threading my fingers through his thick hair, nails grazing his scalp. “That explains it… it’s eerily peaceful. I’m not used to it.”

He leaned back just a bit, gaze intense. “I have a surprise for you later.”

“Mmm?” I tilted my head, grinning. “And what kind of surprise are we talking about, Don mio?”

“The kind that involves no interruptions and you screaming my name,” he growled low, gripping my ass possessively in both hands.

My breath hitched. “Mmm, dangerous.”
“You love danger, don't you?” His lips ghosted over mine, not quite touching. “You love me.”

“I do,” I whispered. “More than I expected to.”

Something shifted in his eyes—softer, more vulnerable. “Bambino… I know we’re moving fast, but I do love you. Since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re everything I didn’t know I needed.”

“Oh, baby…” My voice trembled, heart swelling as I pressed our lips together.
The kiss started slow, tender—his lips molding perfectly with mine. But it didn’t stay innocent for long. He tilted his head, deepening it, one hand sliding up under my shirt, fingers grazing my bare waist, igniting goosebumps along my skin.

“Open your mouth, tesoro,” he rasped against my lips.

I whimpered, obeying instantly.

He groaned as our tongues met, hot and desperate. His hand tangled in my ponytail, gently pulling my head back to kiss down my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“Sandro…” I gasped, grinding against the growing bulge beneath me.
His hands roamed over my body like he was memorizing it—gripping my hips, tracing my spine, slipping under the waistband of my shorts just enough to tease.

“Let me taste—”

BANG!

The office door flung open violently, slamming against the wall.

I jolted, instinctively grabbing the back of Sandro’s chair, my heart thudding.

“Long time no see, fratello.”
Matteo’s voice echoed in the room like a bullet.

Sandro’s jaw clenched, his hands still resting on my body as he turned slowly toward the doorway, gaze already hardening.

I shifted slightly off Sandro’s lap, still perched, my breathing still ragged, heart pounding—not just from the kiss now.

Matteo stepped inside, holding something in his hand,an envelope, or maybe a photograph and his expression wasn’t playful this time.

Not at all.

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