Mr. Mafia

Eleven

Before you read: I know it's been a while. I'm so very sorry for the lack of updates. I've had the worst case of writer's block and i've been dealing with a lot. I lost my grandma four months ago today and it's taken a  toll on me. Plus school had me stressed enough. But i cannot thank you enough for the  incredible support and the comments. Im so glad you like the book! Thank you for 13k reads! It amazes me. I still might not be as consistent but i will update a lot more frequently! 

And no i did not proof read. 

And P.S Stream fine line by harry styles ;) 

Alessandro's pov 

i woke up to the smell of crispy bacon and eggs cooking. I'm was not going to lie if said that the smell made  me get out of bed. I didn't get much sleep last night. My party did not  go as planned. It was supposed to be a good party... to celebrate how well the italian mafia was doing under my reign. clearly it didn't. Fucking Stamos came and ruined my party. Not only did  i have to clear everyone out and beat the shit out of him but he fucking touched maria. 

To be clear i'm no fucking saint. I've done horrific things. things that would haunt people if they saw. But i boil with anger when a man takes advantage of a woman. It  disgusted me.  Maybe because it was how my father  took advantage of my mother. Or how my older sister's ex husband took advantage of her and got her pregnant. I may be the son of the devil himself but that was not a line i would not cross with a woman. Ever. 

and what the did to maria made me want to fucking kill him. Marco had to pull me away before i broke another bone in his body. She might just be my maid  but despite her whole strong  attitude there was little bit  of purity in her. And when she screamed, it was unsettling. 

Then it fucking hit me?

Why the fuck am i paying so much attention to her? she's just my fucking maid. I headed to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I let the  water relax me. I was always in a rage in the morning and showers calmed me down. 

when  i got out of the shower i had four  unread messages from Natasha. 

Natasha: Hey, we had a shitty day yesterday but i was wondering if you wanted to get drinks later? 

Natasha: ??????

Natasha : Stop ignoring me

The last message was a photo of Natasha nude. 

Desperate. 

I quickly got dressed and headed downstairs. 

Maria's pov

To say i felt numb was an understatement. I did not want to get up. I didn't even sleep. I didn't really think about it. But Sydney stayed with me until i did. I still remembered the conversation me and sydney had. She  just comforted me and held me. I wasn't  used to the affection.  What Alessandro did with Stamos , i  did not want to know. I didn't care. 

I looked like an absolute mess. My hair was messy and my eyes puffy  and red from all the crying. My lips we chapped and i sounded like a smoker. At a closer look i could see the red marks around my neck. They were clearly visible. Stamos hands left a fucking mark.  

I didnt care. 

I don't care.  I decided that  despite what alessandro wanted me to wear, i was not going to. Instead i grabbed a pair of sweatpants and the baggiest t shit i could find. I placed my black hair into a low messy bun. 

I entered the alarm code and began making breakfast. I was okay. Or that's what i was going to keep telling myself until i believed it. When Alessandro would come down i would be okay. Because that's what i was going to tell  him. Despite the fact that i was falling apart in the inside i was going to be okay. and i began to make breakfast. 

When he walked down, i didn't expect him to look lost in thought. Alessandro walked down wearing all black. It suited him. His hair was well done and i noticed he was wearing a chain this time. 

"Good morning." I said pulling the toast out of the toaster. 

"I didn't think you would be up." He said taking a seat on the kitchen island. 

"Well i am. I made eggs, bacon, and hash browns. I hope that's okay." I said grabbing a plate and placing his food on it. 

"It's fine." Alessandro said. He was silent after that.  He was a hard to read man. He took a couple bites before he stopped and just went on his phone. The silence scared me. I felt when Alessandro was silent it was a bit scary. 

He still didn't eat much of his food. Was my cooking really that bad? 

"Is the food not good?" I asked. 

Alessandro looked up from his phone to me. "It's not  that maria. I just thought i would be hungrier." 

"Oh okay." I replied like an idiot. 

I wanted to get the hell out of here.  So i made alessandro his black coffee, served it in front of  him and i began to walk away. 

"Stop." Alessandro said. His voice scared the shit out of me, enough that shivers went through my body. 

"Yes?" i replied. heading back into the kitchen. 

"I won't be back until past midnight today. Don't worry about making dinner or anything. Just finish cleaning up the house, understood?" Alessandro said, his  green eyes looking straight into my black ones. 

"Yes sir." I said. I wasn't in a mood to disobey or talk back to him like i usually did. 

If  i'm being completely  honest, i was embarrassed. He had to see me  like that. Crying and in my undergarments. i didn't like people seeing me cry. I refused to cry in front of anyone.  Stamos broke me enough for him to see me cry. 

I should have asked him. I know, i know. I don't want  to know anything about Stamos but at the same time  i really did.

 Did  he beat him up? 

 Was it my fault? Was i being too much of a bitch? 

Were the pants to tight?

Should have i just slept with him the first time, and avoided this?

Did i bother everyone at the party?

I probably ruined Alessandro's  party. 

 More and more thoughts kept flooding my head which led me to get  a freaking migraine. i quickly left the kitchen and  headed straight to the  shed where i locked myself in the bathroom  and had another  cry.