Alessandra Romano- Living with her drunken and sometimes abusive father, she's accepted that her dreams will never come true. That's until, she's sold to Nicolas De'angelo.
Nicolas De'angelo- The cold business man by day and Mafia leader by night, i...
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Alessandra and I's conversation replays in my head like a damn record. The way her eyes flashed with hurt and betrayal did something to me. It's a weird feeling. Something I can't explain.
“Sir, here is the footage you requested.” The head of security states, walking in.
Impatiently drumming my fingers on the desk, I wait for him to log onto it. Seconds feel like hours and eventually I snap. “Would you hurry the fuck up?!” He looks startled for a moment before collecting himself and quickly typing something.
I lean back in my seat once he finally turns the computer in my direction. The video begins to play and my blood boils at the sight before me. My palms clenched and unclenched when I got a clear view of the men.
I stand, my hands shaking at my sides. “I want them in my basement at all costs. And no one is allowed to touch them till I say so.” My voice is barely a whisper but the anger and sadness is evident.
The hallway is dim as I make my way to our bedroom. My strides are long and fast. Abby has locked me out of my own room but I'll kill someone if Alessandra's not in my arms within the next five minutes.
Our door is slightly ajar, the bright light from inside shining out into the hallway. The slightly messy bed is empty, causing my heartbeat to quicken with anxiety. However, the annoyed groan from the bathroom relaxes my tensed muscles.
“Abby, are you back?” Something falls followed my Alessandra grumbling. “My hair is so tangled it broke the hair brush!”
Alessandra is picking up the broken brush from the floor when I enter, unaware of my presence.
“Why are you out of bed?” She jumps, dropping thr brush again. Glaring, Alessandra moves towards the sink.
“Why are you in here?”
“I asked my question first.” I argue.
She points at her hair. “Isn't this obvious enough?”
I move past her, grabbing another hair brush from the cupboard. “C’mon.” my free hand softly grabs hers.
Alessandra pulls away, but follows. “Sit.” She furrows her brows but listens and sits on the edge of the bed.
Carefully, I take a few strands of her hair and comb through the knot avoiding the bandage. Wincing, she shifts around. “That hurts.”
“Sorry.” I mutter, concentrated. Slowly but surely, her hair was getting back to normal. Even if it took two hours, I was not stopping until her hair was untangled. “It's finished.”
She has been watching me ever since I started, not once averting her eyes. “Thank you.” moving towards the mirror, she inspects it. Alessandra nods at her reflection. “You did good.”
I leave the brush on the bedside table before crossing the room towards her. My eyes meet hers in the mirror. “I’m sorry.” I whisper. She looks shocked as if she never expected me to respond.
“I am so fucking sorry.” My head falls onto her shoulder. “I should have never left you alone.” A loner tear falls from my eye. “Please, forgive me.”
Alessandra turns around, her eyes filled with hatred. Her jaw clenches and she musters up all her strength to push me away. “Sorry?! Now, you're sorry?!” She sneers, her tone filled with fury.
I frown, my expression turning into one of hurt. “I know what I did was wrong-” She cuts me off.
“Leave me alone, please.” Her voice is barely above a whisper.
“I just want to help. Please, Alessandra.” I take a hold of her hand.
She looks down, pulling her hand away. “You've done enough.”
I am not willing to back down. She is hurt because of my stupidity and I'll burn down the world if it means she'll forgive me. “I'll do anything. Please.” My voice comes out with a desperate plea.
“Anything?” I nod, full of hope.
“Leave.” The word is like a stab to my heart. My shoulder slums slightly. I turn to her one last time but she avoids my gaze. With a heavy heart, I turn around and head out the door.
Everyone huddles around the living room, their attention on the huge, flat screen TV on the wall. Silently, I sit on the farthest couch, staring at the marble floor.
I roll my eyes sensing Abby's gaze. “What?” I snap, turning my head at her.
“Didn't you hear the first time?! She doesn't want you around!” She shouts.
I glare at her. “Well I think that’s pretty obvious, Einstein.”
It's silent for a moment before Abby speaks again. “I'm taking her with me once she's recovered.”
Immediately, I'm on my feet. “No.”
“She's going with me.”
“She wears my ring on her finger so you are crazy if you think I'm going to allow her to leave.” I grit.
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