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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I woke up against soft silky sheets. Alessio's scent was all around me and even on me. It wasn't until I opened my eyes that I realized I was right up against him.
Fuck.
He laid on his back. One of his arms was under my head and the other was on his face, blocking the light that came from his lamp that placed a warm glow around the spacious room.
I winced, wondering if it bothered him. He had left it on specifically for me. The curtains were closed though, leaving the room void of any actual sunlight. I don't think I would've had a panic attack anyway. Not when he held me like this.
Especially not when he fucked me all night and exhausted the hell out of me.
I stared at him, at every hard line and feature of his. Strong cheekbones, thick hair, a clean shaved face. Then my eyes traveled down to his tattoos. Tattoos he rarely ever showed the world unless he was wearing a regular t-shirt.
There was a date tattooed on him. Under it were dead branches and a rosary that looked exactly like the one I stole from Sebastian. Most likely something that belonged to his mother. My eyes traveled further down, there was more writing, but this time in Italian. The branches followed his skin all the way across his abs and disappeared to his back. My eyes stopped when I saw there was a lotus inked in his lower side, close to where his gray sweats hung low on his hips.
A dead lotus flower.
Exactly like the one on my back.
My hand reached out and I didn't think when my fingers suddenly traced the delicate flower, his skin against my fingertips felt normal. Like I've touched him my whole life. I briefly wondered why it was dead. The one on my back was very much alive. Because that's how I felt when the woman who tried to help me told me what they represented. I felt an incline of hope.
After being found in a room with two dead men. Dead from my own hands after they tried to rape me.
If a woman like her could survive in this world, being thrown around by men and still keeping her head high. Still stand up for herself and be as human as she wanted. Then I could do it too. That's what I told myself then. When they ripped me from her arms and threw me back inside that truck.
I took my shaky fingers off of him, looking back up at his handsome face. He was still asleep. Which meant I could potentially leave before he woke up.
I looked around the room for my clothes. Who knows where Alessio threw them. I was in one of his shirts. A shirt I planned on keeping because it was comfortable.
I carefully removed myself from his arm, staring at him to make sure he didn't wake. I sat up on the bed, looking on the floor to see all my clothes scattered around. Not in whole to be specific. My underwear was ripped. I rolled my eyes, cursing him out in my head. The second I moved to get off the bed I was being thrown back, gasping when my side fell into the mattress.
