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 past couple of weeks had been hell. A blur of confusing emotions. Enough roses to fill a garden being delivered each morning— each delivery significantly bigger than the previous one. I sent her money for shopping or whatever she wanted to do with it, and a plethora of messages. But it felt like I was drowning in fucking desperation, hoping she'd throw me a lifeline. But she wasn't having any of it.
She guarded herself like her heart was Fort Knox. Impenetrable, no secret entrances— not shit.
It was like my words and gifts just vanished into thin air, swallowed up by the barrier she built around her heart. Every time I reached out hoping to get even a little bit of her attention, all I got back was silence leaving me to deal with the bitter taste of regret.
The harsh reality of it was— the more I tried to reach out, the more it felt like I was severing whatever piece of a connection we had left. Each gesture attempting to close the distance between us, but somehow it only seemed to widen.
Each ignored call, every unopened text but it was her silence that did the most damage. I could feel her indifference like a dark cloud, raining on my parade every time. It was clear she wasn't impressed and I needed to find another way to get her to talk to me.
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I didn't know why I was so hell-bent on Sianni. I could have any girl I wanted truly. Girls came and went in my life like the changing seasons all willing to do whatever, just excited to be in my company. But with Sianni? It was different. Her ass didn't give one fuck about me or my company.
Maybe it was how she saw right through my bullshit from day one and how she never neglected to call me out on it. Sianni didn't give a damn about my money or my reputation.Hell she even rolled her eyes when I told her my name. And, it drove me fucking insane in the best way possible. She made me work for her attention & that's what excited me the most.
I spent most of my adult life damn near living like Hugh Hefner, surrounded by more women than I could count. Each one more eager than the last to live their wildest fantasies and potentially become my woman.
I still wasn't quite sure why I let Leah inside that night. Maybe it was the remnants of alcohol still buzzing through my system, or maybe it was the lingering seduction of Sianni that had me feeling ready. But honestly, as soon as Leah walked inside, all I could think about was Sianni—the way her cocoa butter scent still clung to the air like a sweet, sensual memory. It amused me, really. I had a hard time believing that I couldn't bring myself to do anything with Leah because I was practically haunted by the scent of damn cocoa butter.
