Alessandro Revello

Alessandro Revello

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MatureOngoing4h 8m

Last published Sun, Nov 26, 2023

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{Natalia Álvarez} 18 years old Daughter of an Italian mafia man. She lives in a house with her mafia father, her three older brothers and her mother or so she thought. Natalia has appendicitis which gives her many problems but that's the least of the problems, she has and will get. She's strong yet weak when it's about her family, her father used to abuse her when she slept which she had no idea of since she took too many pills. _ {Alessandro Revello} 22 years old The don of the strongest mafias in the world. He took the mafia when he was seventeen making it double as good as before. He is VERY overprotective and gets jealous quickly, he's known as the devil, cold, ruthless and if you even try messing with him he won't hesitate to kill you. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "You don't walk away from me when I ask a question, saw what?" He says looking down at me on the sofa, everyone looks shocked at Alessandro and I probably at how Alessandro is being aggressive. I look at him kind of shocked and put a hand over my stitches making sure they are still there. "Oh but I am" I say and stand up giving him a fake smile, and try to walk away. He grabs my wrist harshly and i turn around slapping him hard across the face with my hand. "Oh fuck" I hear Enzo whisper and I put a hand over my mouth almost starting to cry, what is wrong with me why would I slap him. Alessandro clenches his jaw and closes his eyes for some seconds probably trying to control himself from not killing me. A tear drops fron my eyes and I don't know what to do they are all watching me and saw me slapping him. "Put a guard outside her door, she will not be coming out of her room for a while" he says to Dario.

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