Alessandro Maurizio~•~"What the fuck do you mean it was just laying around?" I demanded, scrunching up the piece of paper in my hand tightly.Leo scratched the back of his neck nervously, taking a step back, clearly uncomfortable at the fact that he was standing so close to me while I was angry. He was pretty scary, the scar on his face making him even more so. I was wary of him sometimes, but at this moment, he had every reason to be scared."I found it on the ground." He explained again, the answer still not satisfying me. "I was doing my usual round around the house and I just saw an odd piece of paper that stood out among the flowers.""You didn't see anyone around the area? Someone that could've caught your attention?" I questioned, feeling slightly frustrated. "No, sir. I'm sorry." Damn right, he had to be sorry. He was the head of security, and it was his responsibility if someone could get through the gate unnoticed to drop off a threat."Get the fuck out." I seethed, comin
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro was a bastard. He was a jerk, a dick, an asshole, but he was also a smart man.I looked at my phone in disgust, trying with all my might to resist throwing it against the wall. I had gotten what I'd been asking for any opportunity I got, but it made me want to strangle Alessandro. He said he hated me being fake. Let's see how real I could get when I get my hands on him.As usual, he'd disappeared for days, today being the third day, so I couldn't even get through to him to ask him what the hell he did with my sim card. My phone was in my hands, but it hadn't felt so far away. Not even when Alessandro was holding it hostage.For lack of a better word, my phone was useless as I couldn't access the fucking internet. I couldn't even text my friends. I could see their previous texts though, all of them asking about my whereabouts. There was a reply-obviously from Alessandro-telling them I was fine. The audacity.My cheeks burned in embarrassment when I saw text
Jordan Miller~•~"You're not serious, are you?" I spluttered. I thought he'd forgotten about me barging on him, but who was I kidding? And what the hell did he mean by being watched."Damn serious," Alessandro replied, not an ounce of humour in his voice. I looked around the club again. I was certain he wasn't talking about being waitress here. And the only other thing I could see women doing for money was stripping. I shook my head, stepping back. "No way."He caught me by the waist before I could move away too much. "Why not?" He asked curiously. At least, it didn't seem like he was about to force me. With everything I'd done since I arrived at his place, I expected him to. Maybe, he just wasn't as cruel as most people painted him as."Why not?" I repeated. "What if people see me? Then, they go spread the word that I'm a stripper? Word flies fast in my school, Alessandro. I can't have that.""That's what you're worried about?" He laughed. "People seeing? You are a different breed
Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro had left me to put on my dress while he went to his office and instructed me to meet him there when I was done. The alcohol hadn't been in my system for long, but I was already beginning to sober up. Maybe, I didn't take enough as I was already beginning to question my sanity. Who would want to dance half naked just for the fun of it?And if it hadn't been for Alessandro, I probably would've gone completely naked. Fuck. I wondered how I would've faced him if I got to do it. Hell, I wondered how I was going to face him after telling him to punish me mere minutes ago.What was wrong with me? I wasn't usually this desperate for attention. A bit irritated at myself, I put on my gown as quickly as possible. Then, I stood in front of the mirror and accessed the damage I did to the dress.It was still pretty; sexy even. But if I was Alessandro, I'd kill me. The only thing that made me regret retouching the dress was that Alessandro hadn't reacted much to it.
Jordan Miller~•~I kind of blamed Alessandro for what happened back at the club.If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been living in his mansion and I wouldn't have had to go to the club.If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have had to go to the club and I wouldn't have danced in front of everyone.If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have danced in front of everyone and I wouldn't have had a man corner me in the ladies' room. If I didn't have a man corner me in the ladies' room, the fate of his life wouldn't have been in my hands. And Alessandro wouldn't have killed him.Alessandro didn't make his death easy either. Right in front of me, as soon as I'd made my decision, he fired a shot at his leg.I still remember the gut-wrenching scream that left his lips. Of course, Alessandro wasn't fazed as he fired another shot at his other leg. Then, he gave him the option to run. It wasn't actually an option, it was an order.The man tried to stand up, but with both of his legs recently shot, he
Alessandro Maurizio~•~I knew I said I wouldn't get involved with her.But she just made me so fucking mad that I couldn't help myself.For the first few seconds, she didn't kiss me back. But when my hand tightened around her head, she finally did. She sucked on my bottom lip, probably drawing out blood from the cut, and moaned at the taste. The sound had all my blood rushing down south. She was a fucking little minx sometimes.I hated that she wasn't taking care of herself. I didn't know if it was intentional or because she wanted to avoid me, but when Maya reported to me that Jordan hadn't been having breakfast or dinner, I almost lost my shit.She was eating so little while I was making Luigi work her so hard. She didn't know it, but I had plans for her. I was going to use her manipulative skills to my advantage and she was going to benefit monetarily from it. I just needed to know I could trust her first.Effortlessly, I picked her up and placed her on the aisle, never breaking
Jordan Miller~•~"You're quite cozy with the boss."I froze mid-action. "What do you mean?"Maya giggled. "You know what I mean." She said suggestively.I shrugged as I continued chopping the vegetables. "I don't know what you're talking about."It was a bold face lie since she'd seen us practically mauling each other's mouths the other day, but she didn't argue. She just smiled mischievously. "Whatever you say, Jordan. He's quite taken with you though."For the past few days, I'd tried not to think about what had happened between me and Alessandro. I didn't know how I'd gone from being mad at him to getting on my knees and waiting for him to give me orders.I was embarrassed, not because I'd almost given him a blow—I actually wanted to finish that as promised—but because Pat had walked in on us.I was also annoyed because of the interruption. Pat had taken him away and I didn't know what they discussed that made him leave for Italy. When he'd told me he'd be leaving, I obviously wa
Alessandro Maurizio~•~"È un piacere fare affari con te, Maurizio." (It's a pleasure doing business with you.)"Allo stesso modo, Romano." (Likewise.)I shook hands with him and passed our copy Patrizio the signed document.It was merely a contract, stating we were allies and if any one of us broke the contract, the other had the right to kill one and take over his mafia.It wasn't such a big deal because he was actually a friend. Well, his father and mine were friends so we were forced to associate with one another. We had a common enemy that we were going to bring down together."Ora colpiamo il club." Romano proposed, reading my mind. (Let's hit the club.)I smirked at him. What better way to celebrate our legal binding than joining the party?Together, we left the meeting room and he led us to the VIP area.I wasn't surprised to see it almost empty. There were only a few people around and all of them were his men. Soon, a half-naked waitress came to take our orders. I smiled inwar