LOGINHe wasn't supposed to look at her the way he did. And she wasn't supposed to feel Anything. Louisa Delaney gets bound to an Italian Mafia Don of a secretive and dangerous mafia family. After being manipulated by her husband into accepting surrogacy in return for money, Louisa steps into this Don’s dangerous world— with his child growing in her. From the moment Alessandro De Luca looked at her, something dangerous ignited. He was everything she didn't want to get involved with. Intense. Possessive. Powerful. Her heart was beginning to waver, his charm had began to slowly get to her until a blow hits her. He was married. Now she’s trapped in a family who hid their secrets behind a deceiving smile and a venomous wife who wants her gone while on the outside her indifferent husband suddenly cares and wants her back by all means. It's either her head or her heart. Because what happens when a man she was meant to avoid and forget… starts acting like she already belonged to him? “The mafia wanted a child, Alessandro wanted her”
View MoreBoth men scrambled against the car hood, the metal thumping beneath their weight. The Nanny jerked back in fright as Alessandro’s fist connected with Alaric’s face yet again. The air between the two brothers turned sour. All Alessandro could see were the photos, sheets, skins, intimacy with a woman he still thought of as his. The next punch slammed right into the car hood, leaving a heavy dent as Alaric dodged it, his own fist moving next into Alessandro’s face before shoving him back. Alaric reached for his gun and pulled the trigger without warning. The bullet swished past Alessandro and impaled Colin’s knee. A cry of anguish erupted into the air as he dragged himself on the ground, blood slickening the asphalt. “That’s for Louisa.” He looked Alessandro dead in the eyes. Alessandro’s fists clenched. He spun around, his gaze locked on the Nanny as he walked towards her. The woman drew back, chest heaving in fright. Unable to handle the nightmares and guilt, she’d run to him w
“It’s all gone.” “Everything!” Alessandro slammed his foot into his car tyres. Once. Twice. Then several times. “This is bullshit!” Eric clicked his teeth sharply in rage. Their faces held anger, temples ticking with a dangerous rhythm, as the men scrambled around the empty warehouse and tarmac—in search of the Russians. They were gone. Nowhere in sight. The airport tarmac lay silent and dreadful, littered with abandoned van trucks from where the stolen cargoes had been. One of the soldiers burst out through the warehouse door, rifle in hand. “There’s nothing, Boss.” Alessandro’s stiff fingers popped open two buttons of his shirt as cruel heat rippled through him, his black shirt clinging to strained muscles. They had moved quicker than lightning itself. Speed limits climbed on wet asphalt as they hurried to track the Russians using the GPS log, only to drive into a dry warehouse yawning with emptiness. Alessandro’s shoulders crouched over the hood of his car for a beat, palm
Wind swerved harshly as helicopters rotors whipped violently in the air—ready for take off. Louisa sat strapped at the back of a black Mercedes, hands tied behind her as the car came to a quick halt. The door burst open and she got yanked out by the same Gav man. She never even attempted to wriggle out of his hold. Only her sullen and red-bulging eyes swept across the environment. There were two huge vans parked in a fishtail manner. The liftgate was opened, revealing about twenty crates stacked in the van. Yelling something in Russian, a man tugged out one of the crates—something wooden like with metal sides and a numeric combination padlock strapped to it. She watched him move it towards the large, warming helicopter, and two cahoots followed behind, stacking double crates in their arms. Around her, the chatters of the rest of the men sounded so foreign she couldn't place what was being said but she knew this was enemy territory and she’d just crossed boundaries. Gav nudg
Alessandro stood at his bedroom patio the next morning, hands fused into his pocket as the cold morning breeze wafted through him like a mocking reminder of the storm and ache waging a war in his chest. He was all dressed up in something casual and ready to drive out of the villa that had turned into hell for him in the past twelve hours. He hadn't even checked up on Louisa. Stepping into the bedroom two doors away would mean peeling off scabs from a fresh injury.His phone rang in his pocket and when he reached for it, Eric’s number was displayed. “What's the report?” His voice was ragged like wheels grinding on stones.“Get here now, Don. We are fucked.” The door slammed shut behind Alessandro as he forced his legs down to the room Louisa had spent the night in. He knocked once. Twice. Thrice. Only silence and the echoes of the heavy thump of his knuckle on the door responded. “Louisa,” He called, her name tasting like something bittersweet in his mouth.With his patience runn






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