In the busy streets of New York City, Alessia "Alex" Savelli stands at the top of the Savelli Mafia Hierarchy, a "business" driven by her ambition and an unyielding desire to control any and everything- or everyone. Ruthless and determined, Alex wil...
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The week had dragged by slowly, my mind circling back to Sianni more times than I cared to admit. I had sent her roses—black, a symbol of what I wanted and who sent them. The card left with them had my number on it and yet she didn't respond, didn't even acknowledge the gesture, and that only fueled the fire burning inside me. So I sent 2 dozen more everyday this week. Sianni wasn't like other women. She wasn't caving and while it pissed me off, it also made me want her more.
My world was full of power plays, but this game felt different. Sianni was like a storm, unpredictable and intense, and I wanted to be at the center of it.
I could've delivered the roses myself, or had one of my men bring her something more grand, but I knew that wouldn't do shit. She didn't seem like the type to be impressed by material things or statuses.
So when I walked into one of the most popular night clubs in the city, seven days later, it felt like fate had plans of its own.
I spotted her instantly, standing at the bar, looking as stunning as ever. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her skin glowing under the dim lights, and her body poured into a fitted dress that left little to the imagination. She was laughing with her friends, completely unaware of the effect she had on me—and everyone else in the room.
My jaw clenched at how short the dress was, having everything I so desperately wanted to feel on display, making my mouth water merely at the sight.
I made my way to her, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed me. As I got closer, her laughter stopped, and our eyes locked. For a second, neither of us moved.
"You again," she finally said, her voice dripping with the same sarcasm and challenge I had missed, surprisingly.
I smirked, taking the glass from her hand and downing what was left of her drink. "Happy to see me, bella?"
She rolled her eyes but didn't pull away when I stepped closer. "What are you doing here, Alex?"
"I sent you roses but you never said thank you." My voice was low, teasing, but the way I was looking at her... —made it clear that I wasn't here to play games.
"You think roses are going to change my mind?" she shot back, crossing her arms, diverting my eyes to what seemed like their new favorite place. But there was a flicker in her eyes—something that told me she wasn't as unaffected as she wanted to seem.
"No," I replied, leaning in so my breath was against her ear. "But I'm not leaving you alone until you do."
Sianni let out a soft laugh, but there was annoyance in the way she shifted her weight, tension in the way her lips parted just slightly.
She was trying to stay in unfazed, but I could tell she was having a hard time doing just that.
"Careful what you wish for, Alex," she whispered, her voice husky and low.
