| ALESSANDRO |

C H AP T E R S I X T E E N

C H A P T E R  S I X T E EN

Alessandro P.o.V

I was wondering how my gattina was doing. It tore my very heart apart to have left her alone at the luxurious flat.

The very thing keeping me stable
was that she at least was in the company of my most trusted men, women ad Brad.

The stupidity of my rivals got me here. I quite didn't know the true problem but was on my way up to one of my many offices.

I passed the shy receptionist Laura.
" Hello...uhm sir", she managed to stutter.

I nodded my head.

There was no need in interacting with other women more than necessary.
If I tell Yasmine to not talk or look at other men, I'll have to do the same. This is not one-sided.

I stepped into my office and exhausted from the trip plumped into my chef chair.

I heard a small knock.

"You may come in."
Laura stumbled in.
Poor thing was so afraid of me. But I wasn't astonished.

"Ehm Sir. The men of the other company are waiting for you in the meeting room."

I sighed. She vanished as quickly as she came.

Out of my right suit pocket, I pulled out a picture of Yasmine. With my thumb, I traced her curls. I smiled and put the picture away. Then I stood up and proceeded to walk over to the lavish meeting room.

Through the glass door, I could see the familiar faces of five men and one woman.

They went silent as I walked in and sat down at the head of the desk. I was used to people respecting me from a young age.

I looked at the face of the oldest member.

"Alessandro, Mio Amato Figlio", my father stood up and enclosed me in a big hug.
(Alessandro, my beloved son)

Gabriele Moretti was the youngest looking man in his late 50s one would ever come across.
With his 6'2ft frame, he was even towering over my 6'1ft statue. Only a few streaks of grey were found in his jet black mane. When it wasn't for him doing paperwork for the business ,he was usually lifting weights at the gym or spending time with mia madre. He always treated me as oif I was his own.

His lively looking green eyes were full of pride as he patted on my back.

My father was the only man I ever looked up to.  A couple of years ago he introduced me into his world- drugs, gang, crime, now I was the head of the underworld and business world. The difference to other leaders was that he dealt with everything and everyone on a fair base, no backstabbing. Yet he was the most feared man in the Western world.

"Ciao padre. Cos'è successo? Perché l'urgenza?"
(Hello father. What happened? Why the urgency?)

"Mio figlio. È successo qualcosa di terribile!"
( My son. Something terrible happened!)

"Che cosa?"
(What?)

My father walked to the panorama window looking at the grand city. I walked right next to him, noticing the other men and women suddenly looking at the floor.

I placed myself next to him and felt his strong aura that demanded ones respect.

I sensed something wasn't right. Why were these people looking at the floor?

When I finally got the courage to look him in the face and saw something I haven't seen on him for my entire life.

A single tear ran across his scarred cheek and fell onto the silky material of his cream tie.

"Father. Ple-."

"Alessandro. Your Mother. Was kidnapped."

The next chap is probably gonna be heart tearing to write. Was rather short but will try to make the next ones longer.

If there's someone who didn't learn italian from wattpad like me and found any mistakes feel free to tell me.
xoxo