Loving Alessandro

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"Get dressed." I tell Elise. Her eyes go wide and she looks between my eyes before walking back.

"What? Why? Where are we going?" She asks too many questions.

"Go get dressed. Wear something nice," I wave her away while I pull my phone out.

She takes her cue and leaves. Her eyes are always going wide. I'm not sure if she even notices but it always happens. Suprised, happy, confused, they're like transparent windows into her mind.

"What the fuck happened." I press Mario on the phone.

"Things escalated-"

"What escalated?" I yell. "Mario, tell me what the hell happened. I'm coming down there, and if I find a different story than the one you're telling now, your throat will be slit for lying. I have known you many years Mario and you like to fabricate, so cut the bullshit and give me the direct answer."

"Y-yes sir. Um- So basically Lorenzo was hanging out with his buddies and- at the bar. And Neo walked in and um they just kinda bantered but then Neo or Lorenzo, I'm not sure, said something and all hell broke loose. And it hasn't stopped."

I hang up on Mario and step out of my office to find Elise.

Walking into the room I pull open the doors to find emptiness. I round a corner and rip open the door to her closet.

I find her pulling up a strap to a tight mid thigh dress. She's too hot to go to my club looking like that, but we don't have time to change.

"Come on." I pull her wrist and practically drag her to the elevator.

"Get off me! You're big ass hand is going to leave a bruise." She brushes my hand off.

The doors to the elevator close and I watch her fix her lipstick with the reflection of the doors in the elevator. She rubs her middle finger on the edge of her lips and I pull on my pants to give room.

She tugs her short dress down and flattens out the top. It's a deep purple color and hugs every curve.

The elevator dings and I pull myself out of my trance on her.

"Will you tell me what the hell is going on?" Elise tries to keep up with me in her heels.

"Maybe," I pull on my cuff links.

"Are we going to a nice dinner!" Her eyes practically sparkle.

"Quite the opposite." I open the garage door and lead her by the small of her back to the Porsche.

"The Porsche! Yay!" She jumps in the passenger seat as I open her door.

Rounding the car I enter and rev the engine. I back up and speed my way towards the club.

"Alessandro," Elise presses on my hand. "where are we going?" She clutches onto her seat with her other hand.

I realize then that I'm scaring her. She is stiff in her chair and her nails are about to dig holes into the seats. Her chest goes up and down in a fast motion and she presses harder into my hand when I slow down.

"My club." I slow to a comfortable yet efficient speed.

"Your club? You own the club?"

I don't explain myself. Instead I give a small nod. I hate explaining myself.

We pull up to the giant building deep in the heart of the city. My club. Bright lights glow from the sides and seep out the doors when opened. There's a giant line of people waiting to get in.

I pull my car up to the front and a man in a suit and tie comes over to my window.

I open my door and hand the key, I make my way to Elise's door and open it. Holding a hand out she takes it and I help her up.

The day she passed out I became so aware of how fragile she is. She is tough but she isn't very physically nor mentally strong. I understand killing a man is not easily accepted by the general public, but passing out from the endeavor? From now on she will stick by my side.

"I've got it," She grunts and straightens out her dress.

The line stares at us in awe and I pull Elise to my side in order to block her from any man's view.

"Ugh, you're suffocating me." She tries pulling against my side. She doesn't succeed.

The valet driver takes my car and the bouncer opens a side rope for the two of us. As we enter, Elise smiles and tries to run off like some kid at a McDonald's playground.

"You're staying with me." I pull her over the side where a staircase leads to the VIP sections and our main office. My personal office is located on the floor above but for our unfortunately annoying meeting we need to go to the main.

"Alessandro! Why can't your house be as colorful as this club?" She tries to touch a painting on the wall.

We climb the stairs to the main office. As we pass VIP I nod to acquaintances and business partners.

Kian, a cover up investor for my restaurant slash underground fighting arena, comes out of his booth.

"Mr. Di Carlo!" He runs to shake my hand.

I give a curt nod and shake his hand. I am in no place to stop and talk but he seems excited to talk.

"Haven't seen you in what feels like forever! How's business?"

"It's doing well." I try to cut the conversation going.

"The fighting ring! Is it still in good shape?" He gives a stupid smile.

He thinks he's in the loop just because he knows about the underground illegal fighting under the restaurant but he doesn't know jack shit. I only use his investment so the IRS isn't on my ass about my income and complicated 'endeavors'.

"Yeah, it is. Nice seeing you but, I've-"

"I see you've got a lady! Been a while hey," He tries patting my shoulder.

I dodge him and try to suppress my annoyance by just giving a nod. "Right, we have to get going," I pull on Elise.

We finally escape and I let out a small breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"You're terrible at trying to be cordial." Elise presses on my chest. "Very unprofessional," She shakes her head in disapproval.

If anyone tried insulting me or touching me the way Elise does so often, I'd probably hang them upside down and let their blood drip down until they die, but Elise does what she pleases. And I make no objections unless completely necessary. Besides I don't mind her touch. Instead of rude, I find her mildly funny.

"Maybe we should take you to manner classes," She laughs.

I open the door for the main office and walk into complete chaos. Men push each other knock over tables and punch and just act like complete idiots.

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