The Unexpected Love

Ch 13- Alessio

               I stared at her as she left the restroom. This close, less than an inch, I could've kissed her. I ran my hands through hair and sighed. No matter what she pretends to be I saw her moment of weakness, she wanted to, she'd have give in. I don't exactly know what was going on between us right now, but now I didn't really want to stop it.

I headed outside after a while, paid for myself and fixed my mask. My phone buzzed, I pulled it out, it was her message,

"I am out of the restaurant and so are my guards now. You can leave, and for god's sake you better disguise yourself."

I replied, "Are you worried?" I can imagine her frustration with me right now.

"Just leave." I smiled to myself; I don't want to leave. I technically didn't get anything. I didn't know who he was yet, I certainly didn't want her with him.

I got back into the cab that I told to wait. He would likely take Isabella back to her house. I need to know who he is. He was at Greta's wedding, he could either be someone from Famiglia, or a Politian, or a normal business man. Maybe a family friend? People from Famiglia don't seem the like kind to be close friends with outsiders, let alone date one. Maybe Matteo allows that for his daughter.

I gave the driver another route to follow to go near her pent house. If the guy is a mademan, he would likely pick up on me following them, but years of hunting people with Nevio has taught me enough about this. The driver knew better than to question my weird route choices. I made sure to end up on their route once in a while so I can keep an eye on them. As I guessed, he did drop her back to her pent house. It kind of calmed me that their little date didn't end up in his place, but any calmness was gone when I saw him bidding a good bye to her.

I clenched my fist at his sight. I have never really hated someone; the emotion was too strong for me to just throw it around on usual people. Even the people I killed, I may have disliked them but considering I was a criminal myself, my feelings for those people were often limited to that, dislike and never progressed to something as strong as hate. For me hate was an emotion like Love but opposite, they were both too personal and strong to throw it around absentmindedly. I think the only person I have ever actually hated was the man who abused my mother, even though I have never met him.

But as I saw this guy, kissing her, dropping her home, smiling at her, and worse was the fact that she reciprocated to this. It made me burn. Maybe this was just a misdirected emotion, maybe I am just mad about other things going on right now and this is a distraction. But the first thing which was burning because of the fire inside me right now, was definitely logic, so I don't care if this is misdirected. Despite of being a killer, I rarely feel the blood lust too strong to control. I can often control it, it is rarely under me, rarely screams into my head, clouding everything else, but God his sight was enough to evoke that.

As Isabella rushed towards the entryway of her apartment, she seemed in a hurry, I was definitely half minded to follow her inside. And that would mean my death. Maybe death wouldn't feel that bad right now, maybe that was what I was looking for.

But idea of dying without getting a taste of her was not that appealing right now. The guy drove past the pent house after Isabella disappeared into her home. I motioned the driver to follow him, he swallowed but had enough sense to not question me. I was generally good at hiding my nature, but I think it was clear today that I shouldn't be crossed.

I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath. This is dangerous, I am in New York, not our territory. If I killed anyone here, the consequences will be harsh. Dad and Remo often disapproved of our nightly outings in the Vegas, I don't have to assume what they'd do if I did something in New York.