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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Avoiding Alessandro was all I could do lately, I just couldn't take another pointless argument. Every time we talked, it felt like I was screaming into the void, he never seemed to get where I was coming from, and that frustration was starting to feel so exhausting. I wished so badly he'd understand, just once, the weight of what I was feeling. But he was as stubborn as they come, unwilling to see things from my side.
The worst part was I never thought I'd catch feelings for him—whatever the hell they were. Alessandro was ruthless, cold, and incapable of love. I knew that. Men like him were the reason I used to run in the opposite direction. So why now? Why, after all the warnings my gut screamed at me, did I find myself drawn to him? Maybe it was that softer side he started showing me, the way he took care of me like he actually gave a damn. Or maybe it was the way he looked at me with those intense eyes, like I was the only person in his universe. The thought alone thrilled me, messed with my head, and though I hated to admit it, I was falling for him. Hard. And it terrified me more than anything.
I sat alone in my room, curled up by the window, trying to avoid everyone today—not just Alessandro. The way the boys were all holed up in that conference room was enough proof that they were plotting a very bloody retaliation.. Alessandro, Miguel, Andrea, Pietro, Santino... each one more bloodthirsty than the next. I knew what was coming, and it wasn't going to be pretty.
A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly gathered myself and wiped away the tears that had fallen without me realizing.
"Posso entrare? (Can I come in?)" Pietro's voice called gently from the other side.
"Sì, (yes)" I replied, trying to sound normal.
Pietro pushed the door open and walked in, concern written all over his face. He had only just realized I'd been hiding out in my room. Not surprising, though—revenge always came first around here.
"My father used to tell me stories about Aunt Eleonora," Pietro started as he sat next to me on the leather bench by the window. "She used to do the same thing—lock herself away when she didn't want to burden anyone."
"I'm not sad," I said, forcing a smile that clearly wasn't fooling anyone.
Pietro chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That's exactly what she used to say too. After she passed, we couldn't find you for a long time. It's been years, Yaya, and I don't want to lose you again."
His words hit me right in the heart, and suddenly, I couldn't stop the tears from falling again. Pietro reached out, wiping them away with the back of his hand before pulling me into a hug. His arms were strong and comforting, his hand stroking through my hair like he used to do when we were younger.
"What's on your mind, Yaya?" he asked softly, holding me tight.
I had to take a deep breath for this. "I'm scared, Pietro. For everyone. This.. this war doesn't seem like it will be over anytime soon."
