Sorry for the late chapter and I hope you enjoy Amalia's and Alessandro's moments :)
AMALIA
Always listen to your gut, even if it tells you that your mother is a bad person, or father for that matter.
I have always listened to it and here I am, getting fooled by my supposed cousin--at least that's what he thought.
My gut never failed me and it is not going to right now.
"Who is it?" I ask, looking straight into his eyes to see if he's lying. He isn't.
"I am not exactly sure, but I think the Russian mafia killed your parents. Your father was in debt, and he stumbled upon Joseph Lebedev; the Russian mob, and asked for some money to pay his debts--when he couldn't pay back...well, he killed them." He explains nervously.
Before anything else, let's analyze. First, he says that he is and I quote, "I am not exactly sure," and that immediately tells me that he is lying because after that, he clearly tells me the entire story, as if he knows it. As if he...
No, it can't be.
"When did you find out?"
"3 years ago."
"You waited 3 years to tell me?"
"I told you, I couldn't find you."
He couldn't find me, yet...he knew I lived in Italy, how?
"I believe you." I lie smoothly.
It is time that things change. I cannot work alone and I clearly need some assistance, and there is only one family that could help me with this stupid guy.
"Thank you." He smiles warmly and gives me a hug that I despised a lot.
"We better go to sleep." I announce as I stand up, breaking our hug.
"By the way Amalia, don't tell anyone. It is dangerous." He warns seriously.
"Of course, I am not stupid." I smile and walk inside the house.
Walking up the spiral stairs, I make my way to Alessandro's room. I wanted to wait for tomorrow, but I have to speak with him now.
Knocking on his door, I proceed and open it to find Alessandro sleeping. I quietly close it behind me and walk towards him. I am about to stretch my hand to wake him up, when suddenly I am flipped and my back hits the bed, with my arms above my head.
"Fuck! Amalia, what are you doing here? I thought you were an intruder." He groans as he gets off me, and stretches his hand to pick me up.
I take it gladly, even though I preferred our previous position.
"Lower your voice!" I hiss, "—we have to talk."
"Couldn't it wait for tomorrow?" He whispers.
"No, it's important."
He motions his hand towards the bed telling me to sit, and I did. His room smells like him. Of course, it does! it's his room...god.
I just notice that he is shirtless too. Shit.
"Umm." I clear my throat, looking everywhere but him.
"So?"
"Well...I mean--could you put a shirt on?" I snap as I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Couldn't I just control myself?
A smirk makes its way onto his lips as he stands up to grab a shirt from the closet.
"This good?" He points at his body and I nod.
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Amalia Ferrari's Bodyguard
Romance| COMPLETED | Amalia Ferrari is the most influential person in Sicily. She has her own travel company and is very successful. Working as a CEO during the day and a leader of her own circle who manage illegal activities during the night, a big threat...
