Book three of the only series
They gave her one mission. They told her to find the Chicago mob Capo and get revenge. So they sent her away. She had a plan. A mindset. Goals she needed to reach.
Until she met his son.
He was supposed to be the en...
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My body was still weak all over. Aching. It made me crave for more.
For him.
God, I've never felt that way my whole life and the fact that it was Alessio who made me feel it made it a hundred times worse.
I tried to push all those feelings away as I shoved past him when he opened his door for me. God he was infuriating. A gentleman at once and then fucking me like he wasn't.
This was bad.
Really bad.
What was worse was when I realized that I was standing in front of an elevator. In seconds my back tensed and I swallowed hard. The butterflies that were non constant in my stomach for the past two hours were gone. Replaced with dread and fear.
I took a step away from it like it would eat me alive right here. Only so I could bump into Alessio's hard chest. I jumped, but immediately felt his hands on both sides of my arms. His woodsy scent replaced the one of memories that tried to claw though my insides. I inhaled deep, trying to forget the smell of rust and death.
Something so little was still eating at me years later. Everyday of my life is dedicated to being on that truck for weeks.
Alessio turned me around and grabbed my face. Looking up at him I saw the look of worry cross all his manly features. Focusing on the feel of his rough hands and how they felt when they were touching my body only a mere hour ago. Everywhere he touched tingled and it still did because the way he touched me didn't feel like when other men used to.
He gently tilted my head to the side and the view of the staircase door made me relax and drop most of the tension in my shoulders. Also made me wonder how the hell I got up here.
"We can take the stairs," he told me softly, his thumb stroking the side of my face slowly.
I nodded because if I tried to talk it would show that I almost had slipped down into the past and without his touch, which was fucking ridiculous, I would have slipped under and I wasn't used to people being there to stop it.
"How many flights?" I asked after a long second, after I knew my voice wouldn't give any emotion I didn't want it to. Only because I already showed a lot of that tonight.
Alessio hesitated, before he mumbled, "closer to fifty maybe."
I snapped my head to him, "what?"
That was also bad. If the staircase was as little as the ones in my apartment then I wouldn't survive before the walls started to close in on me there as well. I wondered when the day would come when I wouldn't be so afraid of small spaces and the dark.
"How the hell did I get up here, Alessio?"
He winced, "you were pretty out of it. So I told you to close your eyes before we got on the elevator. Then I talked to you the whole way up and you didn't notice."
