CHAPTER 8

“W..what are you doing?” I asked as I swallowed the lump that seemed to be stuck in my throat. “Number one rule of being an Alessandro. You don't get to wander around like a normal human being. You need protection.” He muttered, and I almost scoffed.

He was still dangerously close to me. I was in a short floral dress, so my thighs were exposed to him.

I'm sure my panties are as wet as the sea right now, but I didn't want to show him how much of an effect he had on me.

“Aren't Alessandro's normal human beings like everyone else? What is your problem? And why are you stalking me? Get off…”

I pressed my hand on his chest, attempting to push him away, but he grabbed it just in time. My heart was thumping so hard right now as I stared at him.

“Are you that clueless?” He asked while tilting his head. I got confused. What was he talking about?

“What are you even talking about?” I asked with a frown. “Miss Valeria Bianchi, your father is the mob leader in New York. Your father is in the mafia business.” He simply said, and I blinked rapidly, trying to decipher what he just said.

“Huh?”

“The Alessandros are the most powerful here in the US; that is why your marriage with Sandor was arranged.” He said, and my heart sank.

“What? My marriage wasn't arranged, and Sandor and I fell in love.” I defended, but he only cocked a brow at me. “The business deal had been made already. The alliance was formed. You were what would seal the deal, and it was done.”

“What?” My eyes stung with tears as I listened to him. “So it'd be best if you moved with security because word has spread that you are my wife, and I have quite the number of enemies.”

“Stop!” I yelled, I didn't even know why I did that, but I was thrown into a mixture of different feelings. Is he telling me that my three-year relationship was fake? Planned? How can he say that?

“My relationship was real, Sandor and I were in love.” I pushed him away from me finally. I jumped off the counter and ran my hand through my hair frantically.

“If that's what you want to call it, but we call it a power move.” My hand moved to his cheek, and I slapped him…hard across his face.

His head jerked to the side, but he didn't caress the spot; he just casually turned his head back, like I hadn't just slapped him. But something flashed in his eyes; I don't know what, but something in his gaze changed before he returned to normal.

“You have no right to tell me this bullshit, okay?” I couldn't help it anymore. Tears started streaming down my face. He didn't say anything, absolutely nothing. He just stood there, looking at me like a mannequin.

“Go to hell,” I said as I rushed upstairs and into my room. No, no, no, there's no way Sandor just approached me because of a stupid ‘power move’. We loved each other.

We had so much in common, we…we loved each other. I fell on my knees as I bawled my eyes out. Was it really all a lie? Did he approach me specifically for that? No, it can't be. I won't accept this, I need answers from him. Is that why father didn't care who I married as long as it was from his family? I feel so stupid. A lot of things started making sense now.

“Fuck.” I cursed as I ran my hand through my hair. I got up and grabbed my phone. I dialled Sandor's number countless times, but he was unreachable. I let out a loud screech as I smashed my phone on the floor.

My sadness had turned into rage, because what the actual fuck?

Why is he still not back? Did he ever love me? Did he ever regard me as his girlfriend? Why has he suddenly disappeared? Fuck. All these thoughts were making me go crazy.

Massimo pov

Yes, I followed her, I had to. It was for her own safety. I wouldn't want any filthy thing touching her like back at the club. She is mine, and I'll protect what's mine.

I gulped down the whisky, the cold bitter drink cooled me down a bit. Why am I glad that she slapped me? Maybe because I got to feel her touch again. Even if it was a tingle feeling, I felt her touch. And it made me happy.

I stopped trying to find Sandor, that asshole was not my problem anymore. The most important thing right now is to close the deal with the Snake gang, then hand them over to the southern mob.

Sandor, that son of a bitch. I'm cleaning up after him yet again. My phone rang and I picked it up. “It better be something good.”

“Roy is dead sir.” I sat up straight “What?”

“Yes, 10 fucking bullets, whoever it was made sure that he was dead before fleeing.”

“Shit.” Roy was the commissioner for the Northern part of the US. He made our missions effortless, covered all our tracks, and silenced his fellow cops. And in return, we gave him the life he dreamt of, living like a rich man.

Whoever did this found out that he was working for us. Whoever that might be is targeting us next. “Okay. Later.” I hung up the phone.

Who could it be?

“Hey, handsome.” I turned to the feminine voice.