Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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Matteo watched her closely during the entire ride back to their place. She remained silent, her nervous energy nearly tangible in the confined space of the car. Her legs were constantly tapping against the floor, and she kept biting her lip—a habit that was starting to drive Alessandro to the edge. Matteo could see the tension building in his lover, the way his jaw tightened every time she chewed on her lip. It was only a matter of time before he'd say something, but for now, Alessandro held back, choosing to remain silent as well.
Their new place was a stark contrast to the small, quiet town where she lived—a place that was as unassuming as she was. It was tucked away from the chaos of the city, just like her, a sanctuary in its own right. But they were in the midst of shaking things up, right in the heart of her town. They were building something bold, something that had already started turning heads and raising eyebrows. The idea had been straightforward—blend in, get to know the locals, and slowly establish themselves in the community.
They hadn't expected to run into her at the grocery store, of all places. It was meant to be a simple outing, a chance to familiarize themselves with the neighborhood.
When they had driven past her apartment complex earlier, it had barely registered. It was just another building, modest and unremarkable, blending into the backdrop of the town. But then they had seen her, standing in the grocery store aisle, that shy, startled look in her eyes as she recognized them. It was as if fate had intervened, pulling them together in a way none of them could have anticipated.
"Mio amore, per favore, basta con il picchiettio delle gambe," (My love, please, enough with the leg tapping) Alessandro suddenly said, his voice a mix of firmness and concern. Matteo couldn't help but chuckle as he turned to face them. The princess, sitting quietly behind him, looked up at Alessandro with wide, teary eyes—eyes that could melt the coldest heart. Alessandro, of course, was no exception. Those pretty brown eyes were doing exactly what Matteo had expected—melting him.
"No more leg tapping, sì?" Alessandro added gently, placing a hand on her leg to still the nervous movement. She sniffled softly, turning away from him to gaze out the window, her profile delicate and withdrawn. Alessandro glanced at Matteo, his eyes silently pleading for assistance, but Matteo just shrugged, an amused smile playing on his lips. There was no helping Alessandro now—he was in deep. Leonardo, meanwhile, kept his eyes on the road, shaking his head slightly, his focus unwavering, as if this scene unfolding behind him was nothing out of the ordinary.
A few moments passed in relative quiet, the hum of the car and the occasional sniffle from the princess the only sounds breaking the silence. Then Matteo heard some shuffling, and when he glanced back again, he saw that Alessandro had pulled her onto his lap, his arms wrapped around her protectively. He was whispering softly in her ear, his words too low for Matteo to catch, but whatever he was saying seemed to calm her a little. The tension in the car began to ease, though Matteo knew this was only the beginning of a much more complicated story.
