Mafia Principessa

Chapter 51

Third person's pov

Dr. Irina Accardi knocked on the bedroom door, her bright smile faltering for a moment as she adjusted her medical bag.

"Come in," Allesandro called out, his deep voice resonating through the room.

Irina entered, her gaze locking onto Allesandro's chiseled physique, his shirt absent for once. She tried to maintain professionalism, but her cheeks flushed.

"Good morning, Allesandro. Time for your physiotherapy. Shall we start?"

As Irina Accardi guided Allesandro through his physiotherapy session, their proximity sparked an undeniable tension. Allesandro, reliant on crutches due to his spinal cord injury, focused on regaining strength and mobility. Irina's expertise shone through as she tailored exercises to his needs.

"Let's start with weight transfers," Irina instructed, standing close beside him. Allesandro shifted his weight onto his crutches, Irina's hands guiding his hips to maintain balance. Their faces aligned.

Next, Irina assisted Allesandro with partial weight-bearing exercises, helping him stand and bear weight on his affected leg. Her hands wrapped around his waist, providing stability as he lifted his leg off the floor. Allesandro's arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close for support.

They progressed to gait training, Irina walking alongside Allesandro as he navigated the room with crutches. Her hand grasped his, helping him maintain a steady pace. They were both in close proximity to each other.

"Great job, Allesandro," Irina encouraged. "Now, let's work on strengthening your core." She helped him sit on the edge of the bed, his crutches leaning against the wall. Irina demonstrated exercises to engage his abdominal muscles, their hands touching as she guided him through the motions. Throughout the session, Irina's professionalism never wavered.

Isabella walked in, her eyes narrowing. "Dr... Ah-kar-d," she mispronounced, her tone icy.

Irina's smile remained, though her eyes sparkled with annoyance. "Actually, it's  Dr Accardi, Mrs. Bianchi."

Isabella's gaze swept over topless Allesandro, her expression darkening. "I think you've done enough for today, Dr Akar-d. You may leave."

Irina's face reddened, but she maintained composure. "As you wish, Mrs. Bianchi."

As Irina exited, Isabella's eyes squinted, her voice poised. "So, your insanely hot doctor gets to touch what is mine, and I'm supposed to stay quiet and civilized?"

Allesandro's expression remained neutral. " You and I are separated,  Isabella we are sleeping in different rooms. Whoever touches me shouldn't be your problem. Irina was...."

"Oh, Irina is it? On a first-name basis now? Don't push me, Allesandro. I haven't dealt with your hoes  in years. Please don't tell me we're going back there again." Isabella replied swiftly

Allesandro stood from the bed without his crutches and walked towards Isabella, slowly. You could see it wasn't easy and it was painful but he put on a brave face as his eyes locked onto Isabella's, his face inches from hers. "Firstly Irina's young,  I mean I could be her uncle, well her really sexy uncle and she is thin and tall, with wavy auburn hair" he said before Isabella interrupted him

" Are you really complimenting another woman in my presence. Allesandro Bianchi if I am not mistaken my guns are about five Meters from me and between me and you we both know you wouldn't be able to stop me before I shoot you." Isabella hissed. He knew she meant every word, this woman has shot him before.

" Let me finish, what I was trying to say before you started getting your creative ideas was that I've outgrown that phase. I'd never cheat on you again.  Ever since we have gotten married I haven't touched any other woman besides you. Irina or Dr As you call her is indeed beautiful and young but you are still the only woman who drives me crazy. I am still angry but that doesn't change the facts. "

With that  being said Allesandro turned and left, leaving Isabella standing there.  Her emotions in turmoil, she didn't know if she was angry at him, irritated or aroused. As the door closed, Isabella's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and longing. A smile formed on her lips.

9 hours later

Allesandro's pov

My eyes adjusted slowly to the dim bathroom light. I had come to change my clothes since I have gotten a new physiotherapist who would be coming at 6 am for our sessions. Instead, I found  Isabella crumpled on the floor with her body shaking with sobs. The clock on the wall reads 4:04 AM.

My heart sank, weighed down by the guilt and regret. It had to be Alex that got her like this and our argument from three days ago still lingered. The harsh words I'd spoken were cutting deep into my own conscience. How could I  have blamed her for Alex's passing? How could I have doubted her love and fidelity? She was right, I was being an idiot and my ego was bruised and the loss just took me by storm.

I approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her. As I knelt beside her, Isabella's tears intensified, her body wracked with grief. My arms enveloped her, pulling her close but she pushed me back. Yup she is still upset at me.

"Isabella, mi alma. I'm so sorry. I was blind, consumed by my own pain. I shouldn't have said those things." I whispered to he as I tried to pull her close to me again.

Her face buried on my chest, her tears soaked through my shirt. I held her tighter, feeling her warmth, her vulnerability.

"Forgive me, Isa, the first thing I should have done when I came back was be there for you. This was our loss and it's been hard on both of us. I know you loved Alex just as much as I did. You were an amazing mother, always putting him first. I was wrong to doubt your loyalties to me and this family. Let it all out, I'm here now, give me the pain mi alma" I said as I caressed her hair.

As I spoke  my own tears began to fall, mingling with Isabella's. Isa's sobs gradually subsided. I gently lifted her chin, meeting her red-rimmed eyes.

"You're not alone, not anymore . We'll face this together, as we always have. Our love is stronger than any pain."

With my tender fingers,I wiped away her tears. Isabella's gaze locked onto mine, and for an instant the world around them melted away, it was as if we both would be fine.

My lips brushed against hers, softly and gently. The kiss deepened and lasted a few more seconds.

"I love you, Isabella.So much, too much for my own good in fact. More than life itself. Let's not hurt each other, not anymore, please" I whispered with my voice filled with conviction.

Isabella's arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer.

"And love you , Allesandro. I need you now more than ever." She replied with her hoarse voice

As we held each other it felt as if the darkness surrounding us began to recede. At that moment, I  was certain that together, we would navigate the treacherous waters of grief, our own betrayals and fight against the whole world if need be. With her hand in mine she stood, lifting me from the floor and walked to our marital bed.