Caught In The Crossfires - Spinoff

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Chapter 50

Lola

Alessandro sent someone a text, probably to retrieve the dead guy... that he just killed... because the creep attacked me and before I could even fully comprehend its meaning, he marched over to where I was standing, picked me up like a sack of potatoes and unceremoniously dumped me in the passenger seat of his car.

I couldn't help but notice the bloodstains on his clothes and the dark look in his eyes, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. My mind raced with confusion and so many questions, but before I could articulate any of them, I blurted out, "The blood."

To my surprise, Alessandro didn't respond, choosing instead to remain silent. I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and annoyance at his lack of communication. It seemed like he was purposefully keeping me in the dark, and I didn't appreciate it one bit.

Trying to get some answers, I asked him, "Who was that on the phone?" but once again, he remained silent, closing the car door in my face. "Jerk," I muttered under my breath, feeling irritated and helpless at the same time.

I winced in pain as I sat further into the leather seat, feeling the blood oozing from my scraped knees as he got into the driver's side slamming his door behind him, mood a complete one eighty to how he was behaving only hours ago. Alessandro's stillness was frustrating and left me feeling uneasy. I tried to read his expression, but his features were stoic and unreadable. It was clear that he was still angry with me for what had transpired between us earlier and I couldn't help but feel a sense of resentment towards him for his lack of communication.

He and I had always bickered and rarely agreed on anything, but I had never felt so disconnected from him before. Despite our animosity towards each other, I couldn't help the pull I felt towards him, and the tension between us was palpable to say the least.
Alessandro sped down the fairly secluded highway, bobbing and weaving through what little traffic there was as my mind raced with questions. Who could have attacked me outside of the club? Was it someone after my brothers or Cristiano? The possibilities swirled around in my mind, each one more terrifying than the last.

But then I thought about Brody, who had disappeared without a trace weeks ago. Could it have been him? It seemed unlikely, but then again, he attacked me inside my shop. The thought of him being involved in this sent shivers down my spine.

I attempted to push the thought out of my mind and focus on the present, but the pain in my knees and the blood seeping through my clothes were a constant reminder of the attack.

When we arrived, I couldn't help but notice the tension still present in Alessandro's body as he helped me out of the car. His eyes flickered to the blood on my clothes, and I could see the anger simmering beneath the surface.

I honestly felt a sense of relief that Cristiano wasn't here. I needed time to process our argument and figure out what I wanted from our relationship. And with the attack, there was no chance of that happening... He would want to take care of me and I'd let him, which would end up confusing me more.

Alessandro quietly carried me inside and I wasn't sure what was more disturbing, the fact that he wasn't talking or that I wanted him to. He set me down on the bathroom toilet of a random guest room that I'd never been in before disappearing. I sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do with myself until he came back with a first-aid kit.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his footsteps approaching, and I tensed up as he came to stand directly between my parted thighs. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, and I couldn't deny the attraction between us. Taking a deep breath, I leaned back against the cool porcelain toilet and closed my eyes, trying to shove away the thoughts of Alessandro that were threatening to consume me.

It was going to be a long freaking night.

"Drink."

And it just got a whole hell of a lot longer.
Alessandro held out the bottle of water towards me, his eyes fixed on mine as I sat before him, determined not to look away. Despite everything, I refused to show him any signs of weakness. I was hurt and angry, and the last thing I wanted was to accept any help from him. But even as I glared back at him, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in his presence.

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

Alessandro had a way of getting under my skin like no one else could. It was like he knew just what buttons to push, and I knew he took great pleasure in doing so.
Part of me hated him for it, but another part of me was inexplicably drawn to him. I couldn't resist the intense chemistry between us, even if it meant giving him pushback at every turn.

But I also knew he wasn't going to back down, not this time.

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

With a scowl, I snatched the bottle from his hand and took a long drink from it, trying my best to hide the pain I felt all over my body. I could feel his eyes on me as he rummaged through the first aid kit, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.

"Let me see your knees," he said, kneeling down in front of me.

I hesitated for a moment before reluctantly lifting my dress to reveal my battered knees. He then began to tend to my wounds, I winced in pain, and I felt my soft features contorting with every touch. He was being gentle, but even the slightest contact sent waves of agony through me.

"Ouch," I winced as he applied the ointment to my swallow wounds, trying to pull away from his touch and when his large hand wrapped around my inner thigh I froze.

"Stop being such a baby, Lola. I know you like the pain," he teased, making me feel irritated and vulnerable at the same time.
I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to protect myself from his condescending gaze. But it didn't work. The pain was too much, and I let my arms fall back to my sides with a hiss.

"Not that kind," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"No?" Alessandro leaned in closer, his face only inches away from mine and his stupid mustache grazed over my upper lip as he spoke. "What kind of pain is it that you like then, little Lola?"

I swallowed hard, feeling a strange mix of desire and fear. His darkening eyes were intense, and I couldn't look away from them.

"Alessandro, what are you doing?" I breathed out, trying to push him away.

But he didn't budge, and I felt his hot breath against my lips as he leaned even closer.

I really wanted to kiss him right now, I realized when his lips brushed against mine, and I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment. His touch was electric, and I could feel myself melting slowly.

It was a mistake, I understood that. But, I didn't care. All I cared about was the way he was making me feel, and I knew that I was in trouble.

Even fighting with Cristiano, I still felt that I was more suited to him, that I should be with him instead. But something in me clearly wanted Alessandro too, and I apparently didn't know what to do about it.

Alessandro leaned even closer, I could smell the masculine scent emanating from his larger frame. His height towered over me, and I couldn't help but feel small in comparison. I remembered the first time I was drawn to his captivating scent at the club, and now I was sitting here, unable to resist him.

Suddenly, his hand reached up and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me into an intense and passionate kiss. His rough lips pressed against my soft ones, and I couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the electricity between us.

The kiss was different from the one we shared at the club, my lips meeting his with a fiery intensity that left me breathless. It was passionate and raw. This time, it was fueled by months of suppressed feelings and aching desires. It was all-consuming, and I found myself getting lost in the moment.

At one point, I found myself pushing him away slightly, but I was unable to resist his pull. So I grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him in closer, and the intensity between us only grew stronger. It seemed as though we had let ourselves get lost in the heat of 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.

I could hardly believe what had just happened. My heart was pounding in my chest as I realized that I had just kissed Alessandro.

Again.

"It was a mistake," I whispered, shaking my head against his. "We can't do this. Not now and not like this."

I could see the desire in his eyes, but he nodded in agreement. "You're right," he replied, his voice deeper than usual. "We need to focus on the task at hand."

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 I tried to focus on the pain in my hurt wrist.

I carefully watched him as he began to wrap my injury. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until I gasped at the way his coarse fingertips were brushing over my delicately bruised pale skin. I tried to focus on anything other than the electricity that was still pulsing through my body but I couldn't help but enjoy how his rough hands felt against my hot flesh.

"Thanks," I said quietly, looking up at Alessandro through my dark lashes, and immediately finding something undecipherable staring back at me in his forest-green eyes.

Another lump of shame formed at the back of my throat, yet, despite the guilt I felt for betraying Cristiano, I couldn't deny the attraction I had for his brother. It was wrong, I knew it was, but the desire between us was too strong to resist.

Alessandro suddenly pulled me towards him, and our lips met in another passionate kiss. I responded earnestly, dragging him closer and I let a pain-filled whimper escape my lips as he deepened our kiss and his sharp fingers tightly coiled into the curve of my clothed hips. Moaning, I fervently opened for him, allowing his tongue to explore every part of my mouth, and I couldn't help but moan in satisfaction.

I cried out in pain mixed with so much pleasure as Alessandro pulled me onto his lap, I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp.

Our bodies were soon pressed together once again, and I felt his hard muscles beneath me as I roughly curled my good hand into the back of his head for leverage. I couldn't resist straddling his lap as I did, giving in to the undeniable attraction between us. He trailed kisses along the side of my neck, and I couldn't help but whimper into the hot air between us as he nibbled at my sensitive skin.

The fierce flames that had sparked between us only intensified as he licked and nibbled at my sensitive flesh, sending shivers down my spine. I found myself rocking my hips against him, feeling his growing arousal pressing against me. I moaned.

I could feel the heat emanating from his body, and it made me feel alive even though I'd never felt so close to death as I had tonight. As he ground his hips against mine, I couldn't help but respond eagerly, wanting more of the delicious friction between us.

Despite the undeniable connection between us, I couldn't help but feel guilty for betraying Cristiano's trust.

My body was on fire, and all I could think about was the man holding me tightly, his breath now hot on my collarbone and I couldn't help but arch my back, offering more of myself to him as I did. Alessandro's touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine as his lips continued to move along my exposed flesh.

I couldn't believe that I was here, wrapped in his arms, consumed by the heat of our... Hate? ... Passion? ... I didn't even know at this point. What I did know was that every touch, every kiss, every movement sent me into a frenzy of desire. Even with my internal battle, I couldn't resist the pull of Alessandro's touch, and I pushed aside any thoughts of consequences.

His large hands were everywhere, tracing over my curves, sending delicious sensations throughout my body.

For a fleeting instant, I let myself get lost in the passion of the moment, forgetting about the danger that stalked me... forgetting my problems with Cristiano... I forgot about everything else but Alessandro.

I hissed, feeling his teeth graze my skin, intense warmth radiating through his clothes and enveloping me. I couldn't deny the intense chemistry between us, and my body responded eagerly to his touch. The feeling of his thick bulge beneath me only fueled my own desire, and I found myself lost in the moment.

I was caught up in the thrill of the forbidden, and I couldn't resist the temptation of the devil's touch it seemed.

Alessandro was like the worst drug to me, and despite my best efforts I was apparently growing addicted. I couldn't try to deny the pull that he had on me anymore. He was like an irritating magnet with a ridiculous as fuck mustache, drawing me closer and closer until I was practically consumed by him.

And I fucking hated that I couldn't resist it.
Every time he was near me these days, my heart raced, and my palms grew sweaty. The smell of his musky leathery scent made my head spin, and I found myself craving his attention. Even if it was just to argue with him.

And now as much as I wanted to hate him, I found myself growing addicted to his touch. The way his hands felt on my body, the way his lips felt on my skin, it was all too much to withstand.

Alessandro suddenly jerked away from me as though my touch burned him. "Shit," he cursed under his breath and shook his head in frustration. Then without a word, he lifted me back up and placed me on the toilet seat, his face contorted with a mixture of anger and something else. "I can't," he said horsley, his voice heavy with regret? I wasn't too sure, but the tone of his voice conveyed a sense of despair that chilled me to the bone.

I watched as Alessandro swiftly turned and left the bathroom, abandoning me to contemplate what had just happened. His sudden withdrawal had thrown me off balance, leaving me feeling vulnerable and exposed.

The longer I sat there on the toilet seat, the more lost in thought I became. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me. We had messed up big time, and Cristiano was never going to forgive us for this.

I finally found my way to my room and washed off most of the blood—watching for my bandages as I did.

As I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, I couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation on my shoulders. Alessandro and I had crossed a dangerous line, and there was no turning back now. The consequences of our actions would be catastrophic, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face them.

But despite the fear and uncertainty, I couldn't deny the intensity of my feelings for him. The way his touch ignited a fire within me, the way his lips felt against mine...I was in way too deep to just walk away from him now.

As I closed my eyes, I let out a frustrated sigh. "Damn it and damn him," I whispered to myself, feeling a mix of anger and longing wash over me. I knew that this was only the beginning of the chaos to come, but for now, all I could do was brace myself for the storm—was my last thought before I found myself drifting off to sleep.

This is your last warning to stay away from him, little bitch.

"No!"

I jolted awake, gasping for breath, sweat soaking through my clothes. It took me a moment to realize that I was back in my bedroom at the Luna mansion, and not at the club where I was attacked.

Yet the memory of earlier that night came flooding back, haunting me even in my sleep. The way that man had cornered me, the fear in my heart as I fought for my life... it was all too real.

I tried to shake off the nightmare, but my heart still pounded in my chest, my body trembling with the aftershocks of fear. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down, reminding myself that I was safe now but it was to no avail.

I couldn't bear to stay in bed any longer, not after that nightmare. So, without any hesitation, I decided to get up and find Alessandro's bedroom. I hoped he was still awake and that I could seek some comfort in his presence.

I got out of bed and slipped into a pair of slippers, making my way out of my room and down the foyer. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I walked through the mansion's hallway. I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I tip-toed my way through the dimly lit corridor until I reached Alessandro's bedroom.

I hesitated for a moment before knocking softly on his door, unsure if he would even want to see me after what happened earlier. But my need for comfort outweighed my fear of rejection, and I knocked again, this time a little louder.

"Alessandro?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. "Are you there?" And because I wasn't patient I pushed the door open and walked inside before I even got a response.

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