Loving Alessandro

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The awkward tension could be cut with a knife and I awkwardly sit on Alessandro, I offer to get up but he shakes his head.

"You want to come in my office, then you must endure it." He whispers in my ear.

I sigh and try to look away while the strange man is talking. Although, he makes it really hard when
his eyes keep scanning my body and face. Not in a sly and dirty way but in an annoyed and distrusting way. Like I am the scum of the earth planted right on Alessandro's lap.

Alessandro and the man keep talking. I figure out his name is John after eavesdropping for a while. It's the most American sounding name ever and I search my brain for an American don. I recently learned about the whole mafia legacies and intricacies after my father decided to neglect informing me. I took it upon myself to research about the topic.

Alessandro's heritage traces back to a rich man and his posse. They each formed a group under their own identity but resided in Italy. Alessandro's great great great- the word goes on- grandfather took a chunk of Sicily and other parts of Italy; while another man took the other half. The other man is nowhere to be found but it's rumored he fled to America after a deal went sour between countries.

I zoned back into Alessandro's conversation began to slow down and his hand rubbed slow circles from my rib cage down to the top of my hip. I squirmed.

Looking back to John he nodded at something Alessandro said.

I felt Alessandro tap my hip with the palm of his hand and I began to stand up. Alessandro followed in suit as he shook John's hand while standing up. His hand, which was previously on my hip was now on his, as he stood with both hands planted on his hip. Not a stance he usually takes.

I look over at John who continued to mad dog me. I really, really wanted to say "Is there a problem?" but kept my tongue. I unfortunately learned my lesson with that bitch Laura.

"Is something the matter?" Alessandro asked a bit condescending.

John moved his jaw visibly annoyed. "Nope, not if the girl doesn't say a word."

Alessandro looks down and smiles before looking back to John with a deathly glare. "She's a grown ass woman, not a girl to insult or look at. John, I am doing you two favors right now. One for business," He scoffs and in a second pulls his gun from its holster and aims it directly at John's head. "and the second is not putting a fucking bullet in your damn skull for looking and talking the way you have to her."

John tries to keep his cool composure but I see the fear when he stares down the barrel.

"Apologize right fucking now. You know her last name so use it." Alessandro grits out.

"My apologizes Ms. Mercier." He seethes out with a forced tone

"Apology accepted," I nod and try to press on Alessandro's arm. A failed attempt to pull the gun down.

"Now get the fuck out of my house." He points the gun to the door.

The doors swing open with the guards in full alert. John all but scurries out completely loosing his composure and using the guards as his guide out.

Alessandro places the gun back in the holder and sits at his office seat like nothing happened.

"What did you come in here for again?" Alessandro shakes his head and looks up to me from his seat.

I shake my head. "No reason, I'll leave now." I try to make a bee line for the door.

"Mhm," Alessandro groans and hand an arm around my wrist causing me to go nowhere. "That's an excuse not a reason."