Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 49

Alessandro

Tonight, I had come out with a specific mission in mind: to expose Lola Mariano's true nature. From the very beginning, I had always assumed that she was just like her brothers - untrustworthy and dangerous. I frankly wanted to reveal her true colors to my brother Cristiano once and for all. I had honestly believed that she was nothing more than a conniving snake.

I had been keeping tabs on her for months, tracking her every move and interaction. I had seen the way she always played the role of the sweet, innocent sister with my brother and sister. But I knew better than to fall for her act.

There were rumors circulating about her involvement in illegal activities, and I was determined to prove that they were true. I had even gone so far as to plant a tracking device on her car, which is how I had discovered that she was heading to the club tonight.

It was my chance to catch her in the act and prove to Cristiano that she couldn't be trusted. To be honest, I wasn't doing any of this for him. It was for the sake of our family. What would happen if it got out that one of us was in bed with a Mariano? After what her brothers had done to us no one would regard us, let alone conduct any further business with either of us.

But as I watched her in action this evening, I began to realize that I had misjudged her. Surprisingly, despite my initial reservations, I found myself drawn to her, unable to resist her charm and wit.

But my foolish pride got the better of me, and I decided to go through with my plan to deceive her. Little did I know that my actions would have dire consequences. As I watched her step out of the club for a smoke, I never imagined that she would be attacked. It was a stark reminder of just how dangerous our world could be.

And after finding her injured, I knew I had to take care of her. I returned to the guest bathroom that I had left her in with a bottle of water and a first aid kit, now determined to help her.

"Drink."

I held out the bottle of water towards her, my eyes fixed on hers as she sat before me, boldly holding my stare as though I didn't intimidate her in the slightest. That really intrigued me...and yes, I was an asshole. But for some reason that I couldn't even explain to myself. I couldn't stand to see her suffer, not after what had happened to her. But despite my best intentions, she wasn't going to make it easy for me.

"I'm not thirsty," she snapped back, her tone laced with defiance.

I wasn't going to back down, though. This was about her well-being, and I wasn't going to let her usual stubbornness get in the way of that.

"It wasn't a question, Lola, and I'm not arguing with you about it," I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for negotiation. "Drink the damn water."

Lola glared at me for a lengthy moment like I knew she would before snatching the bottle from my hand, her anger palpable even as she took a long drink from it. Her brows tugged together, and her jaw drew tightly, soft features contorted in pain as she pulled it away from her lips. The hurt was etched on her face, and I knew that she needed tending to.

Rummaging through the first aid kit, I began to clean the small wound on her cheek before moving to the ones on her arms, taking great care to be as gentle as possible. As I worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt wash over me. If only I had trusted her, if only I had seen the truth sooner, maybe she wouldn't have been attacked.

No. Dwelling on my mistakes was pointless at this moment. My priority was to ensure Lola's safety until my older brother arrived back in Miami. I continued to tend to her injuries, carefully cleaning them before applying an antiseptic cream to help with the healing process.

"Ouch," Lola hissed in pain as I spread the ointment over her shallow wounds, recoiling away from me.

"Stop being such a baby, Lola. I know you like the pain," I teased her lightly, trying to alleviate some of the tension between us.

As expected, she tried to cross her arms over her chest in defiance, but the pain must have been too much, or she moved too fast, making her wince and hiss through clenched teeth before eventually settling them back at her side.

"Not that kind," she told me, her voice softening as her eyes met mine.

"No?" I leaned in closer to her, our faces only inches apart. "What kind of pain is it that you like then, little Lola?" She swallowed hard, her chest heaving beneath mine as our lips nearly brushed against each other.

"Alessandro, what are you doing?" She breathed out just above a whisper.

I didn't respond, my mind preoccupied with how she was silently begging me to kiss her as she watched me carefully with her big blue eyes.

Eyes that haunted me.

As I leaned closer, I could feel the heat emanating from Lola's petite frame. Standing next to Cristiano, it was evident for anyone to see that she was more suited to him. She was so small in comparison to me; even on my knees, I was still bigger than her.

Lola's alluring cherry blossom fragrance enveloped me once again. I had first been captivated by her intoxicating scent at the club. I couldn't get enough then...and now I found myself practically salivating with desire as she gazed up at me needily while still seated on the porcelain toilet.

My hand moved on its own accord, reaching up to grab the back of her neck and I closed the remaining distance between us. Then I captured her mouth with a hungered growl, savoring the feel of her soft pouty lips pressed to my gruff ones.

Our kiss was all teeth and passion, fueled by months of repressed desire and pent-up emotions. One thing was for sure. The one we shared at the club was nothing compared to this.

No. This one was so fiery and passionate that it practically left me breathless. I could feel her small hands pressing against my chest, pushing me away momentarily before she grabbed onto my shirt and pulled me back in even closer. The intensity of our kiss only grew with each passing moment, as if we were unable to get enough of each other.
We were soon lost in the moment, and all the tension between us vanished.

But as quickly as it started, it ended. We broke apart, panting heavily, our foreheads pressed to one another's.

Lola's small voice was strained as she whispered, shaking her head against mine, that it was a mistake and that this couldn't happen between us, not now and not like this. I knew she was right, and I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment.

"I know," I replied, my own voice way more gruffer than I expected. "We need to focus on the task at hand."

Sitting back, I went on to wrap up her injured wrist, and I could feel the tension between us building once again. We both knew that the chemistry between us was undeniable, but we had to keep our feelings in check. Or at least that's what I kept telling myself as my fingertips brushed over her soft creamy pale skin.

"Thanks," she said quietly, looking up at me through her dark thick lashes with gratitude in her eyes, and I nodded, not expecting to find it there...not even deserving of it.

I knew that I wanted her, but I also knew that it was wrong. Despite what Cristiano wanted to let himself believe. She was his girl, and I couldn't betray him like that. But as much as I tried to resist, the attraction between us was undeniable.

Lola fucking Mariano had gotten under my skin in spite of my efforts to resist, my desire for her was too strong, and now I wanted to get under hers. I couldn't help but pull the woman, who I swore I couldn't stand, toward me, locking our lips in another passionate kiss.

Moaning, Lola responded eagerly, and dragged me closer, letting out a pained whimper that only fueled my desire for her. As we gave into the passion that had been building between us, she mewled softly into my mouth, the fingers of her good hand tangling roughly into my hair. I groaned hungrily when I felt as though she would tear it from the root while I relished the taste of her as I deepened the kiss, exploring every part of her mouth with my tongue as I did.

The upper half of our bodies pressed together, and I couldn't resist pulling her onto my lap, fanning the flame of the already scorching Inferno burning between us. I licked and nibbled at her neck, causing her to gasp and groan in pleasure as she rocked her perfectly toned ass against my growing cock.

And for a moment, I let myself forget about the danger lurking after the beautiful pain-in-the-ass woman in my arms. The only thing that mattered was the intoxicating connection between us...and truthfully, Cristiano didn't even cross my mind once because according to him, I was a selfish man who always wanted things he couldn't have.

I guess my dear brother was wrong about that last bit.

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