Mafia Mistake #Wattys2017

Uncovered Past

The woman above is Ali, Alessa's Best Friend. Don't worry she will pop back up later into the book. She has her own drama. So don't forget her ;-) Anyway... On with the Chapter! Enjoy!  And if there's any spelling mistakes, sorry.

Btw sorry for the late update I'm  ill  at the moment :-(

~Bella~

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Angelo's P.O.V

In all my life have I honestly met a woman that made me think twice. I had examined her head to toe, trying to find an imperfection that would make me dislike her, whether it was from the inside or out.

But I couldn't.

I simply couldn't.

The way her raven hair smoothly flows down to her ribs in soft silky looking waves, makes me urge to touch a lock and endlessly run my fingers through it, feeling the silky texture caress my fingers.

She had a strong definition to her face, her tanned skin with high and defined cheeks bone structure while a pair of full pink lips.But her eyes stood the most prominent on her face. They were like orbs of greens and blues blended together like paint on a canvas.

They were memorising. But, I blamed being so attracted to her mostly on I hadn't had a decent fuck in a while.

Being a Bachelor I had slept with my fair share of women. You could say I was the player of Italy.

I've dated  all sorts of women, from actresses, models and just women who come to my parties that I often host to sometimes discuss business.

Women know I'm a player, yet they throw themselves at me like rag dolls. Of course, I take the opportunity, and of course they end up hurt after I just fuck them and tell them to leave the next morning.

I'm not the kind to do relationships. Ever.

I'm surprised a cult hasn't been formed to kill me from the number of women who's hearts I have broken.

Being a Mafia Boss, is a job, not an easy one either. I didn't  intend to include a woman in my affairs . Yet fate seems twisted.

My father, Rafa Dimitri, handed me over the business when I turned 18, after my other siblings had no desire to take over a killer business. Literally.

My sister works as a lawyer up in New York, married and far from here.

My younger brother, in University, I think.

Lets just say he's dropped out a couple of time before my parents forced him back in, as  'Just fucking around and having fun', is not a good enough excuse to drop out from a top university my parents are paying thousands for.

Walking down the hallway, I quickly texted my second in command Alonso. We had known each other since young teenagers, I trusted him the most, it only made sense I made him the Second in command , just in case shit hit the fan.

After quickly texting Alonso, I shoved my phone into my back jean pocket, planning ahead to what I would say to Alessa's father once we got there.

I was so lost in my own thoughts I didn't even hear the clicking sounds of shoes coming up behind me until I saw Alessa in the corner of my eye, her expression platonic.

Just as I was about to ask why she was following me, before I remembered I had absent-mindedly called her so we could meet her parents.

As we rounded the corner, Alonso emerged through a large oak door, stopping in our path. Giving a swift nod he proceeded to walk over to us. I visibly notice Alessa tense up slightly. To be honest, I didn't blame her. Having two 6ft4 armed men next to you would surely be intimidating.