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DANTE'S POV.

As soon we arrived the airport, I pulled out my phone from my pocket and dialed Vito's number.

One ring, and he picked up.

"Don."

"Tell them not to touch a hair on that bastard's body. I returned to Italy on short notice because of him. I will finish him up myself."

"Yes, Don." He replied, and I ended the call.

My men and I walked to the cars that had pulled up before us, and I hopped right in.

"Welcome back, Don." Julio, the chaffeur greeted, giving a curt nod in my direction.

"Thank you, Julio."

"Where to?"

"The Mansion. I need a change of clothes."

"Yes sir." He replied, before driving off.

As soon as we got to the mansion, I alighted the car and made my way in. I may have ignored the red car that was parked in the lot, knowing whom it most certainly belonged to.

That Collombo lady was here again. Emily, or whatever her name was.

I had already gone halfway towards my room, when I halted my steps. I needed to see my sister first.

As I approached her bedroom, I called out to her.

"Alexa? Alexa, I'm back!"

Receiving no response, a small frown made its way to my face. Getting to her room, I knocked once, then pushed the door open.

And then, I froze....

At first, I only saw the mess of sheets, her hair spilling over the pillow. Then the sound hit me. It was soft, muffled, almost desperate.

My gaze followed the sound.

Her knees were bent, her thighs trembling, and her hand….

Dio santo.

That damned Collombo woman.

Her fingers were buried deep inside herself, moving with a rhythm that stole the air from my lungs.

I have had my fair share of women, and I have supposedly seen it all. So why was I so thrown off, at the mere sight of this damned woman, sliding her fingers in and out of herself?!

I exhaled some hot breath, as my eyes dilated at the sight before me.

Fucking hell.....

I had to leave.

I made to leave quietly, but my legs failed me.

I wasn't sure why, but maybe it was the painful, but subtle way she bit her lower lips to prevent herself from screaming out loudly.

Or maybe it was because of how much color had gathered on her face and ears. Or maybe it's was how firmly she shut her eyes.

Or maybe, it was amount of wetness that pooled down there as she pleasured herself.

My cock twitched in my pants, and I felt overcome with embarrassment.

She suddenly opened her eyes, holding my shocked gaze as she did.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

She seemed immobile for a moment, too shocked to even make a single move.

Deciding the situation was getting too intense, I finally willed my legs to move.

I sincerely couldn't remember when last my heart beat so loudly, or my legs moved so quickly.

That Collombo witch!

What could be going through her mind right now?

I hope she didn't think I had been watching her the entire time? I would never degrade myself to such level!

I had simply walked into the situation. It was nothing I would have knowingly subjected myself to.

As soon as I got to the room, I peeled my clothes off my body, and walked into the bathroom for a cold and calming shower.

Once I was done, I brushed my teeth and threw on some fresh sets of clothes.

It was time to go see the man who made me mess up my schedule and return to Italy.

Carlo Rossi.

One thing I never tolerated from my men or even anyone else, was disrespect. And one thing that I shouldn't even hear of, is disloyalty.

Every underworld crime family thrived on ruggedity and loyalty. Loyalty, most importantly.

Carlo had betrayed the trust I had in him. Thinking his actions weren't going to come biting him in the ass, was so stupid of him.

I left the mansion, and Julio drove me to our destination. The Ferrari farm.

My late parents used to own the biggest tobacco farm in Italy. After they both died, I took over as Don, and now we are three times bigger.

I walked through the very busy field of workers, heading towards the underground guard rooms at the far end of the field.

"Don."

I looked ahead to see Vito walking towards me.

"What's the situation of things?"

"The Marcolinis called a few minutes ago. They are demanding the release of Carlo." Hearing that, I stopped in my tracks.

"Demanding?" A humourless chuckle tumbled out of my mouth. Walking closer to him, I pulled the gun out of his holster and headed for the guard room.

The Marcolinis should have known that no one made demands of me. NO ONE.

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It was already night by the time I got back home, and the moment I saw that red car still parked in the lot, my anger surfaced.

The nerve of that woman!

As I made my way into the mansion, I could hear the feminine laughter from the dinning area. She was even laughing like all was well.

Calmly, I headed for the dinning room and got there to see Alexandra and that deceitful woman eating together.

"Brother!" Alexa yelled in delight as soon as she saw me. She stood from her seat and attacked me with a hug.

I gently patted her on the back, before pulling away.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" She pouted, but a different person had my attention.

She stared down at her hands, unable to hold my gaze. Instantly, I remembered the incident from this morning, and my heart rebelliously did a quick flip.

"What the hell is she still doing here?" I queried, regaining control over my damned mind.

"Who?" Alexa innocently asked, looking around the dinning room. "Because I don't want to believe you're speaking of my friend." She chuckled humourlessly.

"You." I called firmly, my eyes on the Collombo lady. She slowly looked up at me, so much uncertainty in her eyes. "This should be the last time I ever see you in my home. Get out."

"Dante!!" Alexa yelled at me in a mix of disbelief and anger. "Don't speak to her that way."

"I will speak to Miss Collombo whichever way I see fit!"

"No! She's my friend. You're embarrassing me."

"I guess you'd be even more embarrassed, when Miss Collombo finally tells you she has been engaged to marry Marco Russo."

The entire room fell silent, and I looked at the Collombo lady, who already had so much tears in her eyes. It made me angrier to see that Alexa was close to tears too.

"Is.... is that....." Alexa released a low sigh. "Emily, is that true?"

Miss Collombo's lips quivered, finding it difficult to make out a word. Instead, tears rolled down her cheeks. An evidence that it was indeed all true.

"Please Alexa. I can ex..explain...." She stuttered, more tears falling.

"There will be no need for that. You're no longer welcome here, Collombo. Leave." I spat, before walking away.